Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 23: what you’re looking at

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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 15 world, that a daughter demanded a parental care, and that she must live for the child who called her by the endearing appellation of “ Mother.’* Long—long, however, did she cherish the image of her departed husband ; years elapsed ere she ceased to weep when his name was mentioned; and never, never could she totally obliterate the relics of wo from her lacerated heart. The wound healed, but the scar remained ; and it would not have required a very severe blow to have opened it anew. Mrs. Clayton now reflected more than ever on the words which her father-in-law had uttered on his death-bed. She felt that hitherto she had been guilty of a partial neglect towards the memory of her sire, in never even having wished to see the glorious land to which he belonged, and which had given birth to heroes whose unrivalled names are eternally recorded on the pagesof history. She reproached herself with a culpable indifference towards the country of which her father once was proud, and made up her mind to - visit the shores where politeness and refinement ex- isted to so pre-eminenta degree. She communicated her intentions to William, and he instantly resolved upon accompanying her. ‘Their preparations were soon made; their adieus to England cost them but few tears; and ten days had scarcely expired, ere they were settled in Paris. The change between the two cities—the sombre pomp of London, and the brilliant splendour of the» French capital—the gloom of the one, and the gaiety ‘of the other—the dulness of the former, and the endless amusements of the latter—contributed much to dispel the melancholy ideas of the young widow, and to occupy her thoughts. Mr. Clayton had pro- vided himself with letters of introduction to many distinguished families in Paris; and a week had bare- ly elapsed ‘after their arrival, before their drawing- ~ room table was covered with cards of invitation, from the ancient peer in the Faubourg St. Germain, as well as from the rich banker of the Chaussee d’Antin. connicbooks.&