The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 394: what you’re looking at

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a TA 2D ACE! tee THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 385 ROSE FOSTER: @ J swear!” he exclaimed. “And now rise, Miss Foster—rise, and give me your attention and your patience.” “If your Royal Highness be truly slocere,” said Rose, raising herself up, “you will at once lead the way to another apartment.” And, as she uttered these words, she moved towards the door. “Stay, Miss Foster —and hear me,” cried the Prince, interposing himeelf in such a manner that he effectually barred her passage from the room. “I must and will tell you all that I ‘have to my—” “Not here—not here!” ejaculated the maiden, her alarm rapidly heightening ;—and, as she spoke, ee enee Pee Eee and gain door. But he seized her round the waist—and then a piercing shriek burst from her lips. A panic terror for an — paralysed the royal voluptuary—and _—_—_—<——j———$ the orphan escaped from his arms before his Hp had polluted her virgin cheeks with their hot and lustfal kisses. Again she sprang towards tho door: but the Prince, suddenly placing his back against it, exclaimed, “ Miss Foster, 1 have said that you must and shall hear me—and, by heaven! I will keep my word ” The unhappy girl, shrinking back in unspeakable terror, olasped her hands and fixed upon the heir- apparent a look so full of earnest entreaty and pathetic appealing, that had not his heart been made of the hardest granite those imploring eyes would have melted its callosity. “Oh! will not your Royal Highness have pity upon me?” she exclaimed, once more falling upon her knees and addressing the yopriacipled volup- taary in a rending tone. “My God! what have I done that your Royal Highness should become my bitterest enemy—my most relentless persecutor? All I ask is to be permitted to eat the bread of comicboooks.conn