The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 156: what you’re looking at

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THE BRIDE ELECT. 147 across the rail, thus shielding completely the fair face of my ~ lady from the gaze of the common people. As the crowd became less dense, Anthony gave Florice his arm, and leisurely made his way out among the last. ‘‘ Be strong now, girlie,” he whispered; ‘‘be strong for one last effort to move yon heart of flint.” They walked down through the church-yard and the rows of yew trees; they walked through the groups of richly- dressed people into the street, and after one glance up and down the long line of carriages in waiting for the worship- pers, the grim captain walked up to a splendid barouche, brilliant with silver trappings and armorial bearings, with two white, prancing steeds, two postilions and a flunky, all drawn up beneath a spreading cedar. With a bitter, sneering eye, Anthony Drummond sur- veyed all this grandeur, and its luxuriance was not oil to the waters. With a quick movement one of the postilions mounted his horse, crying: ‘« My lord waits.” The other followed his example, the flunky mounted be- hind, and my lord’s equipage swept round, taking up all the broad street,and drew up close to the curb-stone at the iron gate, so that my lady’s dainty foot might touch as little of plebeian ground as possible. General Malmsbury gallantly handed Lady Clara to her seat, and the brilliant pair behind the railings emerged, with a sweep of sheeny silks and priceless lace, and the pair outside the railings also drew near, and confronted my lord and lady at last. | «Glencora!” sighed Florice, in a rushing whisper. My lady was gathering the folds of her robe, her prayer- book, bouquet, and parasol in one hand, preparatory to giv- ing her other to my Lord Tresilyan, thus to enter the carriage, and she turned her face quite the other way to laugh in silver tones. «Now, general, it requires as much maneuvering as you would exercise to form a double square of raw recruits, for me to arrange all this miscellany of religion and vanity. Ah! thanks, general. Now, my lord.” Her delicate foot rested on the polished step, her dainty hand rested on her husband’s palm, but my lord was look- ing round haughtily, for a fierce, threatening face came Gomichookssco