The Mysteries of the Court of London Vol. 7 — page 269: what you’re looking at

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for our refreehment,” responded Finette: “for I , tion; and he exclaimed, “Why, what ails you, imew not whether we should have to journey on fs0t——~"" “Nothing could come more acceptably!” ex- claimed De Margaux: “for I am s thirst.” 6, | assare himeelf that upon the limbs ‘of the onoovedtous ‘De the ourd which Bineste,” he exclaimed, half wild ‘with am be better off than ever we were lt” e He embraced his daughter: but she rather eub- “ted to bis caress than received is with sutistic- Gitmiiees= ees ome ees ow ees we 8 ree ws & non J this e po aa Pas [a girl? ‘You do not seem happy——— “ Father,” she responded, with a strange serlous- ness of eouritenance—-a seriousness which even with |appeared to have something sinister and omi- nous in it,—“I have done something which will for ever prevent me from knowing what hap- pineés is in this life. I have betrayed « fellow-oreature to the scaffold for the sake of gold. All murderer though he be, I would not have done this, were it not that I had an atone- saent to make unto yourself. My conduct towards chat man hes this day, been fraught with a degree of, dissimulation and treachery which—al) mur- derer though he be, I repeat —I am utterly ashamed of, and fer which I loathe myself. How- father, will now reproach me no mare. ‘Tha'ides bas been hovering in my mind from the vaty first moment that I read the placard offering a-reward for that man’s apprehension. It was when we were journeying in the déligence—and when I was nearly driven to madness by your re- prosches. Ob! then I ‘said to myself, ‘If I could gurreador him up to justice !’—Ah! the idea was ‘en and shadowy enongh; but it has ‘heen fi It is dono, father-——the atone- a emalt ta tite Hock! b velicle iy pansing | I e. Hark! & vehiole is passing will returaz in s few moments.” 9 With these words, Finctte agen away from the Lr ge of hor sire, who was half as- toni » half frightened at the singular lan- in which she had just addressed him. e was not however on that account inolined to abandon his prey ; and he stooped down to the cord was fi — ar. gaux, ee ee had sped into the road, where she stopped a baker's cart . that i Into this vehicle the afill ‘in- Was . animate De ux was conveyed; and when hie back to consciousness, he the ite’of a dungeon, with chains ugon his ” Bre closing the present chapter, we may bring plsode to & termination. Finette’s” father claimed and received the reward which was offered for the apprehension of De Margaux; and he was ‘@mabled to take the shop which he had so much coveted. His business has thriven; and he is now a man well to do in the world, His daughter Finette still lives: but she ie only the shadow of ber former self : she is pale, thin, and wasted. She is never seen to amile ; and she moves slowly and noiselessly as a ghost about her father’s house when superintending the domestic arrangements. Her words spoken in the grove, were indeed too pru- phetipally true. Finette and happiness have shaken bands for ever. The confession of Dame Roquette implicated several of the gang in the murder of the two pos- tilions and Lord whose guilt was thus made manifest, suffered along with De Margaux on the scaffold of the guillotine: Dame R&ustte and the rest of the band were visited with tha next severest penalties of the law: —-and thus justice succeeded in overtaking all the offendera who were implicated in the crimes of the vian’s valet. The wretches Ce ee ee eee “eee ee, oe ee = enw eee a... a a ec ec IS, re ae ees © eee ee een eee ECOMRniclacae SS (CO)