Here I made the
acquaintance of General Mohun--there he stands; he fell desperately in
love with me--married me--Parson Hope will tell you that--and then
attempted to murder me, without rhyme or reason. Luckily, I made my
escape from the monster! rejoined my friend, General Darke-Davenant;
the war came on; I came back here; have been lately arrested, but
escaped by bribing the rebel jailers; only, however, to find that my
naughty husband is going to marry my cousin Georgia! Can you wonder,
then, that I have exerted myself to be present at the interesting
ceremony? That I have yielded to my fond affection, and come to say to
my dear Georgia, 'Don't marry my husband, cousin!' And yet you frown at
me--you evidently hate me--you think I am _lying_--that I was married
before, perhaps. Well, if that be the case, where is the proof of that
marriage?" "Here it is!" said a voice, which made the woman turn
suddenly.
And opening the heavy window-curtains, which had, up to this moment,
concealed him, Nighthawk advanced into the apartment, holding in his
hand a paper.
A wild rage filled the eyes of the woman, but now so smiling. Her hand
darted to her bosom, and I saw the gleam of a poniard.
"This paper," said Nighthawk, coolly, "was found on the dead body of a
man named Alibi, who had stolen it.
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