The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 388: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. af a _s : aes re Tidak SS y =. a | — ——= al, Lo a | i | ii | i Mh Pr PT I . 14 | I hay qart» were tending ;—ar) lastiy she was plunged into a strange uncertainty as to whether he had sume sinister meaning, or whether he had spoken trankly and ingenuously under the influence of an improving tone of mind. “Do you wish to ascend to the roof of the man- sion 7” she asked, as her regards were once more: averted. “If you be agreeable, Eleanor,” answered the Ear]. “Indeed I should wish you to accompany me—for [ have an idea that some good will result from the prospect that will greet your eyes on that eminence.” “Be it so, then,” observed the Countess: and, with feelings vaguely alarming, though full of un- certainty, suspense, and curiosity, she began the ascent of a winding staircase which led to the roof of the mansion. The Earl followed her ;—and during the three or i" a 4h M A I] i vat Pe 2 ee ge ame - ‘3 ~~ a - —— i wee ~Saeee ee - ee lf flight, he continued to discourse with a cheerfulness. that raised Eleanor’s wonder to the highest pitch and augmented her doubts to a positive terror. “When the mind is fevered,” said the Eari. ; “any change of scene, however trivial—any depar- ture, however slight, from the ordinary routine, is productive of incalculable benefit. I long to breathe a fresher and purer air upon an eminence ° the atmosphere was stifling in the garden below. Besides, we shall obtain a view of a range of scenery far wider than the mere landscape which is seen from the railings of our own grounds. And then, too, it seems, my Eleanor, as if we were entering upon a new footing towards each other and resolving upon the adoption of a more pleasant demeanour, by thus seeking this little change of scene together. Can you bring yourself to view it in the same light ?” But the Countess was too mueh a prey to her in. ‘ur minutes occupied in the task of toiling up the | creasing wonderment and growing fears to be abi- 100 Le eepeeeeeeeerennene:' % , DOO CONMIC co