At the Mercy of Tiberius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 656 pages of information about At the Mercy of Tiberius.

At the Mercy of Tiberius eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 656 pages of information about At the Mercy of Tiberius.

As the burden Beryl had long borne slipped suddenly from her heart, the joy of release from blood-stain was so unexpected, so intense, that her face blanched to a deadly pallor, and the glad eyes she lifted to her husband’s shone as those of an angel.

“Bertie—­Bertie—­” Words failed her.  She could only kiss the wasted cold hands that were innocent of bloodshed.

After some moments, the dying man said almost in a whisper: 

“I never knew you were punished for my sin, until it was too late to save you, but God’s witness cleared your pure name.  The lightning that scorched me, printed its testimony to set you free.  My sister—­ my sister—­God will surely recompense your faithful—­” The voice died in a quivering gurgle.

“I have my reward, dear Bertie.  Oh, how much more than I deserve!  I have you in my arms, innocent of murder, thank God! thank God!  I have the blessed absurance that your pardoned soul goes to meet mother’s in Eternal Peace; and to secure that, I would have willingly died an ignominious death.  It was through the fiery flames of prison, and trial and convict shame, that God led me to the most precious crown any woman ever wore, my husband’s confidence and love.  Only behind dungeon bars could I have won my husband’s heart, which holds for me the whole wide world of earthly peace and hope.  For your sin, you have suffered.  Its consequences to others from the destruction of the will, have been averted by the prompt transfer of all the property which Gen’l Darrington left, to his chosen heir Prince.  Pecuniarily no one was injured by your act.  Dear Bertie—­ Bertie, are you listening?”

He smiled but made no answer, and his eyes had a strained and exultant expression.  After a long silence, he cried huskily: 

“The curse is taken away—­out of my blinded eye I see—­Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi—­”

A slight spasm shook him, and feeling his cheek grow colder, Beryl threw off the fur cloak, and folded it closely around the wasted body which leaned heavily against her.  The sunny short rings of hair clung to his sunken, blue veined temples, where cold drops gathered; and a gray seal was set about the wan lips that writhed in the fight for breath.

“Bertie, kiss me—­tell me you are not afraid.”

She fancied he nestled his face closer, but the wide eyes were fixed on the golden light that was fading fast across the narrow doorway.

Pressing her quivering lips to his, she sobbed: 

“Tell mother, her little girl was faithful—­”

Another spasm shook the form, and after a little while, the eyes closed; the panting ceased, and the tired breath was drawn in long, shuddering sighs.

Mr. Dunbar beckoned to the cowled form who, rosary in hand, paced the terrace, and the two laid the dying man back on his pallet of straw.

Fainter grew the slow breath, and the voice of the monk rolled through the silence, like the tremolo swell of an organ: 

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