The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 88: what you’re looking at

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THS MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. some encouragement, I beseech and implore fs Me Indora,” answered Redcliffe, now summoning all his fortitude to his sid, and endeavouring to erush the more generous feelings of his nature beneath the iron heel of his own strong will,—" it is for your own eake that I must promptly and decisively. I would not insult you—I would not wound you, by returning a written response to own letter: 1 therefore resolved to come per- sonally, though foresecing that tho interview would be a painful one. ‘Now, arm yourself with all that courage which is naturally your own—<all to your aid all that strength of mind with which Provi- dence has endowed you. In loving me, you bave fixed your affections on one who cannot love you in return :—wouid you have me, then, " the contrary? It would be a falsehood '” “If you love me not,” answered Indora, sadly and eoftly,—“ and you have often, too often told me this much before,—at least you may have com- pasmon upon me. My own love might inspire you with sympathy; and sympathy is a tender {peling, akin to love itself!” “ Indora, the truth must indeed be spoken, stern though 1t may be—puitiless though it may appear. I cannot—I dare not marry you! And now, I bescech and umplore that you will summon all Christian fortitude and resignation to your aid !”” The superb head of the Indian Princess droo slowly down upon her bosom ; and her arms, with the hands clasped, drooped likewise languidly over her magnificent dress. It seemed as if she had sunk into despair, and that all sense of the poasi- bility of earthly happiness had left her. Hedcliffe was evidently moved :—from the very bottom of his soul he pitied her; and whatsoever sense re- mained in his memory of that past evil sustained at her hands, and to which he had alluded—it all died away within him. He was too magnanimous at that moment to entertam any other feeling than one of profound compassion. He lugered: he thought that he was bound to say something more—something soul-strengthenmg if not hope- fully cheering—eometing mentally fortafying, if not tenderly encouraging. Buf all in an instant amitten with the conviction that the scene ought to end as speedily as possible, he abruptly threw on bis cloak, and exclauming, “ Farewell, Indora! may you be happy yet!” was hastening to leave the room. “No!—one word ere we part!” cried the Princess, springing towards hm: and her exquj- sitely shaped hand grasped his arm. “One word, Clement Redeliffe !—for we cannot separate thus.” “What would you aay?” asked Redoliffe, with averted looka, and with vimble impatsence to take his departures —s, “Only this!” she responded :—“ that you will give yet one week’s grave and serious reflection to that subject whereon you have ere now a decision. For one week let that decision be re- calied. It is only a delay of seven poor days which J ask-——” “ which can effect no change, Princess, in my sentiments,” added Redchffe, mournfully but firmly. > .“ Interrupt me not!” ejaculated Indora, almost with vehamence: “but listen to what I have to say! One week's grace I demand at your hands. ped | looked at him in that way before. you. will return to me at the same hob: in Siw you will then pronounces your decision, ‘Wai it be, I will respect it.” “You prdmise to respect it P” exclaimed e | cliffe, now turning his eyes inquringly “I will respect it,” she answered: and ai, same moment her ta ia drawn from the ape whee hat tehtenea his arm—so that was now free tolepart, withe out violently disengaging himeslf from her hand. “Than I will come!" he said: and the pa im egress. hal).table; and as he turned towards looks suddenly encountered those of the Hindoo woman. For an instant he was strange unknown sensation-—m ment blending with a sort of vague terror-~as caught the wondrous brilliancy of which flashed upon him for an inatent, next were withdrawn. He knew Sagoonah had known lfer indeed for years in her own chme: but never did he recollect that 4 ti "3 . be , £ Ho said not a word—but hastened the house; and as he proceeded along road, there was a certain trouble in bie thinking of those burning looks which flung upon him like « spell, and whi peared to haunt him. He quickened if to outatrip the various and thoughts which were agitating in bis brai reached the main road—he proceeded onward in the direction of the metropolis, Ha acon esame within the sphere of bri gee-lamps: but brighter than all—and ominous too~—was the im- preasion left upon his soul by Sagoonah’s haunting eyes. & q eg He E e & q s E z [ CHAPTER XV. " MR. SAMUEL EBMANUB Ie Iw one of the principal streets of that perfect mase or network of ¢ hfares, so natrow crowded, which constitute the City of stood the immense establishment of Mr. Samuel Emanuel, the great clothier. The reader will not require to be informed that this individual was of the Hebrew race: nor, if we be compelled to say anything to his dis- paragement, must if be presumed that we are holding him up as an invariable of his nation. It is nothing of the sort. We yield to no one, we may without vanity affirm, in enlightened opinions viction that there are many excellent amongst them, aa well as many admirable c ” \ * NOOK CO