The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 148: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIFS OF THE COURT. now. A few months back, and she would have died to save him from even the alightest pang: but when the fatal conviction burst upon her that she was be- trayed by a faithless seducer, she vowed that she would devote herself to 2 deadly vengeance.” “Tt must be for you to reason with her, Eleanor,” observed the nobleman. “In a few minutes Mr. Eaton will be here—and in the evening, if you can make it convenient, you might pay a visit as pri- vately and secretly as possible to my unhappy niece.” “Nothing shall prevent me,” answered the Countess. “ But you must now excuse me for a few minutes, while I make some change in my toilette —as I cannot receive Mr. Eaton in this deshabillée.” The lady quitted the room: and in about a quar- ter of an hour she returned, dressed in an elegant manner. If she were charming in her negligent she was now superbly handsome in the dark which she wore, Her hair, previously 137 E.HOePes arranged in masaive bands, now fell in locks of rayon brightness upon her naked shoulders; and instead of the negligent morning cap, pearls as beautiful and as costly as those of Cleopatra encircled her polished brow. The exquisite grace of her form—the sta- tueseque carriage of the arching neck and well-pro- portioned bust—the elegance of her movements— and the mild, though dignified expression which animated her features,—all combined to render her es husband might well be prot Scaroely had the Countess of Desborough resumed her seat on the sofa, when a domestic, attired in a sumptuous livery,—that disgusting trampery which degrades the man into the menial, and which, thank from amongst them,—threw open apartment, and announced the Monouruble Mr, Eaton. . The only son of Lord Marchmont was, as wo have P comicbooks.conn