The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 46: what you’re looking at

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i a a eee i ee ee eee ee eee See eee ee ee ee THE MYSTERIES OF THE COMRT. Sh fe anemia me aumemnen e eacESSSA&S& AG Gaeta aamaagaaeaaaaaaaaaa dansaasasacaacaaauamaaceaasamaaaaas aaa eames enen. eam through the dense foliage his evea had been able ness. Nothing gets of a finely rounded form te to observe the countenance of the two lovers, he greater advantage than tark apparel; and agtbing would bave seen that their luoks were mournfully ean throw out the trans)aront purity of the 3 significant encugh— though the words which had more brilliantly. The ayperb contours of pate 4 reached hia ears were without the slightest import. shape, now go all the glory of rich womenheete Yet even in them there teas a significancy, though and the spatless beauty af her complasion, ¢ “i the Duke comprebended jt not They had been thus advatitageouslydiaplayed by he: ualf-mournbae conversing seriously on the spproaching separation; garth. Her raven hair, with @ ricn velvet glos they had exerted all their fortitude to the attune- . upon it, flowed in heavy masses upon those daggimngt . mest of their minds to the point necessary to make shoulders, end formed a dark cloud against writ them recogpict and acknowledge that it was better bar gwan-lika neck seemed*gn alabaster’ pillar, , |. they should thug e&parate. There was consequently : Neyer in the eyes of Bertram Vivian had ehe in their hearte a thankfulness of deepor meaning seemed so wondrously hegutiful before; and as he. towards the Duke, than that which their words walked by her sida, gazing upon her with an irrer eecmed to express,—a thankfulness that through sistible fascivation,—his heart, fivet melting inte his interest the opportunity and period had been tenderness, was soon rent with agony at the brought abo&tefur a separation which they both thought that this was the last time they would laboured to recoguise as so necessary. Rut the ever be aloue togethor—the laat time perhaps that Duke ot Marelanout, who neither saw their luoks he would ever havo an opportunity of so gnzing, | nor had overheard the previous purtians at their without restraint, on the object of bis heart's discourse, was for a moment shocked that he should adoration! And she too way profoundly moved. have given way to jealous suspicions on the faith He had said at the interview by the fountain that of an nnonymous letter. Ho was seized with a when they parted it would be for ever; and these sense of profound humiliation: the natural pride words he had uot since recalled: --they remained of his soy! revolted against his own conduct; and therefore deeply uaprinted upon ber heart. hurrying away from his tnding place, he regained, “To-morrow, Bliga,” said Bertram, at length the mansion by a circuilous p th. e breaking a long silence, and speaking in the low Nevertheless the fiend of suspicion had obtuined . deep vaice of indescribable mourntulness,—* tos an entry into hig soul; the demon of jealousy | morrow we shall separate—and pradence tells me could not be so readily expelled as he wished,. that it must be for ever! Would to God,” he hopef, and thought. He endeayoured to compose | exclaimed, in a sudden paroxysm of that wild himeeclf to write— but he could not. He was reat-. escitement which he had displayed at the foun- less and uncasy ; and twenty timeg during the next | tain, but to which until now ho had not eguin hour, did he draw forth the anonymous letter and | given way,—“ would to God that I had not line ecan its contents again. When luncheon was gered here eo long! I fecl like one whose next served up, he carefully watched the conduct of step will he to plunge into tho vortex of de- Bertram and Eliza towards each other, though | spair.” without having the slightest appearance of doingso.| ‘Bertram, Bertram,” murmured the afflieted His pereeption was pow sharpencd; aud he caught , lady, “we must exert that fortitude which by a rapid exchange of glances between them, which | tacit consent has hitherto sustained us singe we under other circumstances he woutd not have no- | met yonder:*—and hér eyes glanced towards the ticed, but which were now fraught with a tre- | fyuninin, mendous significancy to his imagination. | Oh! that expression of tacit consent, Eliza,” After luncheon, Lord Clandon proposed a | jacttated Vivirt,— dues it not show that there boating-party, which was readily assented tu by | is aaiecnamp ot our spirite—a secret intelligence everv one present. Again did the Duke, during ; ¢xietu: oetween our hearts—-a transfusion of feel. this recreation, continue to wateh his wite and { ing from «our to sotl " Bertram: but nothing occurred to strengihen hie] = Mush, Bertfam!" suid the Duchess: “ we suepiciong—and once more did be endeavour to; must not-we dare not give way aguin to our reason himself into the belief that they were utterly { recollections of the past!” unfounded. At about four o'cluck the company,| “@b! but that past is all our own, Fliza," leaving’ the buate, retraced their way to the man- | cried Vivian, with growing excitement; “thoug sion; and the ladies separated to their awn cham | the present is taken froin us - and the future-—= bers to make some chonge in their toilets. The} Ah! that future, dating from to-morrow— it will Duke retired to the library, which commanded a! be a hideous blank on which J shudder to ix my view of the grounds; and from the window did be} gaza! No not a hideous blank: it will be a | keep watch. Presently he beheld Eliza and Ber- | world of rending, torturing feelings-——- By posers | tram straying forth alone together, and slowly | Eliza, I shali go mad! [ cannot endure it-IT | bepding their steps towerde the shady avenues, | shall Iny violent hands upon myaelf'!” | ; | | | | Again too did “he descend by the private staircase | “ Bertram !” almost shrieked forth the wretebed ahd iesue forth by the side door. Duchess, in a voice ef piercing agODy, “ you it was @ delicious autumnal efternoon; and @[ horrify me-- you fill me with dedpair !’ genial warmth filled the atmosphere. Eliza bad| “Ucavon forgive me, Eliza, for thus torturing already dressed berself for dinner, when putting off | you,” said Bertram quickly; “hut I am not ak her bostimy raiment, ao aa to avoid the trouble of | to eontrol my feelings, Ob! whercfure was. performing anvther tuilet. Sbe wore a dark balf-| born to endure ee much misery? wherefore aid J mourning dress—with @ low buds, according tothe | ever know yeu? Angel that you were to ipe.et fashion of the times. Her arme were bare—thase | the time when we first loved, it is ang ia t arms go exquivitely rounded: her bosom, neck, and | tortyre—it is crusilixion. $o look upoh you with shoulders shone dazalingly in their polished white- | the knowledge that you -are lost to me—shgt you S tee GOnMGOOOKS