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At the Mercy of Tiberius by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
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memory; an uncanny resemblance hovering just beyond the grasp of
identification. A feeling of unaccountable repulsion made her
shiver, and she breathed more freely, when he hewed slightly, and
walked on toward his horse. Upon the attorney her extraordinary
appearance produced a profound impression, and in his brief
scrutiny, no detail of her face, figure, or apparel escaped his keen
probing gaze.

Glancing back as he untied his bridle rein, his unspoken comment
was: "Superb woman; I wonder what brings her here? Evidently a
stranger--with a purpose."

He sprang into the saddle, stooped his head to avoid the yellow
poplar branches, and disappeared under the elm arches.

"Gin'l Darrington's compliments; and if your bizness is pressin' you
will have to see him in his bedcharmber, as he feels poorly to-day,
and the Doctor won't let him out. Follow me. You see, ole Marster
remembers the war by the game leg he got at Sharpshurg, and
sometimes it lays him up."

The old servant led Beryl through a long room, fitted up as a
library and armory, and pausing before an open door, waved her into
the adjoining apartment. One swift glance showed her the heavy
canopied bedstead in one corner, the arch-shaped glass door leading
out upon the iron veranda; and at an oblong table in the middle of
the floor, the figure of a man, who rose, taller and taller, until
he seemed a giant, drawn to his full height, and resting for support
on the hand that was rested upon the table. Intensity of emotion
arrested her breath, as she gazed at the silvered head, piercing
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