Rose Mortimer; Or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge — page 127: what you’re looking at

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ROSE MORTIMER ; OR, fi ALS THE BALLET-GIRL’S REVENGE. ee 77 ! Vet / WY /, / <= . ; “4 Uz ZL \ 121 / W iJ j jie | | \ | Ne Hy 4 } i é /7 x Sat 3 (‘A t 1s < bt) ais! lier Mj, wu a t v.¢ vi EY Ss ; [AN EXTRAORDINARY SCENE AT A CIRCUS.] “ Dear, dear Edgar.” “ Poor or rieh, Iam yours, In joy or sorrow, dear Clara, I’m yours.” ie * * ik * Time passed on. The occasion had arrived, and our two adventurers passed over to England. They landed once more upon Albion’s white cliffs, much poorer than they had quitted them, but yet in possession of some slight property. This was, of course, the result of some swindling deception, but nejther Clara St. John nor Mr. Edgar Deville was much troubled with scruples of morality. They passed along the coast some distance, and No. 16. Spent a little time merrily enough at one of the water- ing places until their funds began to run low. Then Clara St. John had to start out in earnest, in quest of the cousin alluded to. It was a long journey, very long; but she had had the prudence to husband their resources, and so they took their time upon the road. In these easy stages a fortnight was passed. At length they arrived at the residence of Clara’s cousin, Lady Bellisle! It was a most unfortunate moment, as it appeared, for Clara to have chosen for a visit with her husband, as Edgar was said to be. A death had recently occurred in the family. nn ——————_—_———_——_ c@nnic soo