"
"Will she swear that she is his wife?" asked Mrs. Bonteen.
"Oh, yes; there'll be no difficulty about that. But her swearing
alone mightn't be enough."
"Surely that settles it all," said Lady Eustace.
"For the money that we shall have to pay," said Mr. Camperdown, "we
might probably have got a dozen Bohemian ladies to come and swear
that they were married to Yosef Mealyus at Cracow. The difficulty has
been to bring over documentary evidence which will satisfy a jury
that this is the woman she says she is. But I think we've got it."
"And I shall be free!" said Lady Eustace, clasping her hands
together.
"It will cost a good deal, I fear," said Mr. Camperdown.
"But I shall be free! Oh, Mr. Camperdown, there is not a woman in all
the world who cares so little for money as I do. But I shall be free
from the power of that horrid man who has entangled me in the meshes
of his sinful life." Mr. Camperdown told her that he thought that
she would be free, and went on to say that Yosef Mealyus had already
been arrested, and was again in prison.
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