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hE THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. LS ove Vi | ’ P TF i | q | ‘| a ih \ AN, Ble “ehcoke, and trickling upon the bosom which palpi- tated as if it would burst,—“ you yourself were a Witness of the almost mortal anguish which it cost me to pronounce that refusal. I bade you abandon all thoughts of returning to « land which, from the few words you let drop, I saw but too well you had no reason to love: I offered you my hand —— I, a great Princess, humbled myself far more to you, than you, with all your pride of an English- man, could possibly humble yourself to me !——I gave you the assurance that my father wauid con- sent to our ynion—thst you yourself might become a Prince—that at his death the diadem of Indera- bead should descend upon your brows—and that you should sit upon a throne! But more than all this I offered you!——lI offered you the fondest, most devoted love which woman's heart could en- tertein for man: and think you therefore, Clement Redcliffe, that when you refused all these proffers, C had no woman’s pride that was wounded—and No. 12.—FourtTs eee alii in wih i Buf i] » | 1} iW ‘i i Lt = that perhaps f for a moment there was some tran. sient shade of vindictiveness strangely commingling with the very love that [bore you? Reflect upon all this! You yourself have taught me how weak and feeble is human nature—how poor the human heart! Can you not therefore make allowances for all that I felt and for all that I did om the.oc- casion of which you have spoken? Besides, you should not judge me according to the severe rules by which you would estimate the conduct of @ woman.of your own nativeclime. No, no—it were too cruel—I am too much to be pitied—and you are too just!” “ You possoes, Indora, too fine an intelligence, and feelings too delicately susceptible,” answéred Redcliffe, “to think that this last reason which you have urged, is the best and most forceful of any which you have as yet advanced. Remember that you are not altogether of Hindoo extraction. Your father is a native Prince—but your mothor (CO an (G DOO (CO