The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 356: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THB COURT. | 345 hmmm» eee ee \ i) AL. he, | in 4, Wha wil a a for, perhaps;—and contrition is the first step to- wards expiation.” “You are an angel, Pauline!” cried Florimel, straining the lovely gir] to his breast. ‘“ But you little know what remarkable vicissitudes I have experienced since last we met. Disguised as a black page, did Caroline Walters enter my service, with a view to achieve my ruin by any means that should present themselves or under any circuin- stances that might arise to favour ber designs. Thus was it that she was enabled to purloin from me certain documents, the loss of which menaced my peerage and my fortune. ‘But the papers were restored to me this morning, Pauline—and I can still place a coronet upon thy brow and make thee the sharer of my wealth! And this reminds me that the persons through whose agency I regained possession of my deeds, are the same who delivered you the other day from the power of that vilest of miscreants—the Prince of Wales. Yes—I have 96 WE, 4 aT ee + My pte i = was ts ¥ re Jn) PF PP ER PPT this morning heard all that happened beneath the roof of your treacherous neighbours, the Pages; —and you may readily imagine how great was my surprise—how infinite my joy, when I learnt that you were residing once more in the very dwelling where we first became acquainted. I lost no time in coming hither, Pauline: and the hopes which animated me, have not been disappointed—— for, heaven be praised! we are reconciled once more !” ‘And it shall be your fault, my Gabriel, if any farther misunderstanding takes place between us,” said Pauline, bending her beauteous eyes affection- ately upon her lover's handsome countenance: “for, on my part, I can securely promise that never again will I yield to unconfirmed suspicions or presumptive evidence——” “Qh! the noblest feelings are of a jealous na- ture, my Pauline!” exclaimed Florimel; “and unless you had loved me tenderly you would not have resented my supposed infidelity severely.” CONMUCIIOW co