Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Seven: The Wedding Ring >> Page 142

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 142 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
moaned softly in her sleep, and her wan face, still lovely, was expressive
of agonizing emotions, which told of distressing dreams. She had been
undressed by Sweetzer, and was carried up; but her left hand lay exposed
beside the pillow, her head partly resting upon the arm.
Mrs. Fairleigh examined the fingers, and realized the truth of
Sweetzer's report. There, indeed, was the plain hoop of gold, carefully
concealed under the ring of opal. Mrs. Fairleigh made an effort to with-
draw both rings, no doubt for closer examination; but the sleeper strug-
gled faintly, and murmured, still sleeping:
"No, no!—never—part
Mrs. Fairleigh desisted; but a malignant scowl passed over her face,
as, with fist shaken at the unconscious woman, she muttered between her
teeth:
"Now could I strangle her with my own hands, and feel no pity.
Would to God she were out of my house, and in her grave! Great God!
could he be fool enough for that? sacrificing everything for a pretty face!"