The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 192: what you’re looking at

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Do you | from his eyes, .“ How dare you intrude upon oiit know aught to my disparagement ?-—haye you| privacy? ever——” pe . * Because I hewe.a duty to perform,” responded “TI would mush, rather not har been called }our young bero, as he advanced into the roum: upon,” said the yoing woman, who sopwithetand. | and it was vow struck by the fact that ing her constitutions] coldnem and he carried & large parcel tied up in brown paper. | was really embarrassed, confused; and distreased, The reader concsive the increased amaze. | “to give utterance to a word--~" . , speak, I command you!” — RI ce NR TE TR a ed on ment of Amy Button at the new turn which the to be taking; and be may liko- “Ab! then you do know what ix an {” | matter’ a exclaimed th Duchess. “ Bub’ speak! have you to say? Hositate not—fear not—~but | Lavinia felt from the same cause. Christian's a * ' tendon and bearing wore quite different from what “ Would it not bé better,” inquired Amy, turn- | they were want to be. The natural gontiences of ing her troubled looks from one to the other, “if | his louke had altered into a decisiveness which was your Grace were to throw youreelf upon his lord- , almost atern: the retiring nature of the mild and ship’s mercy——---” | unobtrasive youth had given place to the manly “ Amy, this is an insult!” cried Lavinia, with | firmness of one who had os special part to all the dignity but distress of outraged innocence. | perform and who was resolved to accomplish it. “There is sume horrible misconception! Proclaim | The Duke grew more and more apprehensive: a it at once, that I may epeedily refute it |" thousand vague fears racked bim: the basis upon “ Alas, madam,” said the young woman, who | which his ghole iniquitous proceeding wae founded, was amazed at the confidence with which the | seemed to be crumbling away,—whilo be waa atill Duchess apoke, but yet could not do otherwine | utterly at a loss to conceive from what particular than attribute it to a bold hardihood,--“appear- point the disruption was arising. | ances are indeed so much against your Graoe~—~=" | “TI repeat,” said Ohristian, quailing not for a | “And those appearances?” demanded Levinia, | single inatant in the presence of his ducal om- with mingled imperiousness and vehemence: so : ployer, “the words I ere now uttered——that the, . that the usually mild, gentle, and soft-speaking | accusation against Duohess is falee Duchess appeared quite another being in the eyes | false as the heart of him who invented it!” of her dependant, “Oh, yea, it is fale” cried, Lavinia: “ heaven “Speak out, Amy!” cried the Duke. knows it is falee! Bus accusd not my husband, “1f I must,” resumed the lady’s-maid, “it is | Mr. Ashtoni—he bimself must have been cruelly my painful duty to declare that I aaw your Grace | deceived by circumstances!” issue from the chamber of Mr. Stanhepe———” “I wish I was enabled to confirin your Graco’s “ ‘What P” cried the Duchess, the burning blush | sssarance,” reaponded our young. hero : “but it is of indignation and outraged modesty in a moment | not in my power to do eo. My lord, everything is suffusing her countenance; and thén her looks in | known, and shall be boldly proclaimed if you pro- the apace of the next half-dozen seconds indicated ' voke such an exposure. Suffer me to whisper one all possible varieties and transitiona of excited | werd in your ear.” feeling—astonishment and distress, auger and be- | This is too impudent!” ejaculated the Duke, wilderment, uncertainty and terror. “You dare | gdade almost to frepsy, and not knowiag how to any that, Amy? Yow to de guilty of such dread- | act, ful wickedness! It is false!—false as ever the; “@h, Mr, Ashton, what have you said?” cried vilest faleebvod in this world could be !"’ the Duchess, all the sources of her affliction be- “Tt is true!” thundered the Dake: “for I yooming turned into a new channel. “It ie impods- | myself beheld you with mine own eyes, as Amy’ sible his Grave could have done this wilfully |~—— herself did !” + | Ob, no! you wrong him--you wrong. him, I can “I repeat,” cried the miserable Duchess, now | assure you !” > agdin completely overwhelmed by the astvuunding | “I see that it becomes necespary for me to nature of the charge,—“ I repeat, and I cal} heaven | speak out,” said Christian, with the same firmness to witness ¢hat it is false !” of look, tone, and manner .as before, “ My lord, “It is true—too true!” vociferated the Duke, | Lettice Rodney hae confessed evarything : and here stamping his foot violently upon the carpvt. are proofs——” ) “It is false!” exclaimed another person, who at{ “Enough!” exclaimed the Duke, bounding for- this moment threw open the door and appeared | ward to seize upon the patcel whence our young upon the ecene. hero had just torn off the wrapper. It was Christian Ashton. “ Good heavens!” cried the Duchess: “my own : The guilty Duke of Marchmont was for an in- } dresses !” ! stant staggered by the presence of his “Ah!” said Amy Sutton, astounded at what she | and by the bold deniat which bad issued from his | also thus bebeld. lips. He was seized with perplexity end bewil./ “No,” eried Christian, “they are not your | derment; but quickly recovering bis self-posseesion, | Grace’s dresses: but they are counterparts— | he cast a rapid wental glance over whatsoever | duplicates—the use and purport of which his lord- circumstances he thuught there might be that ! ship can but too well explain.” VOR, Oy ata oe tai ‘in oe van epee EC: AEG: WAR AD i LT TRL CI IT RS IIE LI TIT TE TCI OES} SS PES CET To, pet geste EOI Fe wae @nd ww Swe “sm = qs & ws x ad r GOnMGOOOKS ‘What | wise imagine the mingled. hope and suspense which *” CO