The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 64: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 49 same time—and your hair is radiant in its glossy | highest commendation—for, as sure as my Christiap blackness,” name is Gabriel, you have every reason to be proud “Ts it possible, my dear Florimel,” asked Mra| of your personal appearance. A happy man was Brace, with her sweetest smile,— is it possible that | Mr. Brace when he first led you to the altar——” - you are going to make love to me by way of a| “My lord, you are bantering me!” exclaimed the shange?” ; milliner, ing in so severe a tone and starting “Upon my word I have very serious thoughts of| with such galvanic suddenness that Florimel, who 10 doing,” responded the young noble, drawing his| had been gazing intently upon her foot and ankle, shair closer to that on which the milliner sate. “ Ah! | raised his eyes in amazement to her countenance, on sow I have caught a glimpse of your foot and ankle,” | which the colour was coming and going with a ma- re exclaimed; “and, in good sooth, you may well | pidity of trensition that indicated the working of xe proud ——” strong emoitzas in her boeom. “Oh! I am not conceited—I am not vain, Flori-} “My dear friend, have I angered you?” asked the nel,” interrupted Mrs. Brace; for asthe reader may ' young nobleman, taking ber hand. “ You are well vbserve, she was on very intimate terms with the } aware that I am incapable of wounding your feelings routhful noble—though even while she addressed | wantonly——” im thus familiarly, it was with an under-current] “Yes—yes, my lord,—I believe you,” interrupted € respectful deference in her tone and manner. Mra. Brace. “ lt was a sudden indisposition—a pang “Neither vain nor conceited, my dear friend?” | shooting through the head, and which ruffied my peated Florimel : {then you are deserving of the | temper——” 7 “ comicbooks.conn