Penny Dreadfuls, 1850 · page 316 of 400
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+ a * ‘\ : , - @6 ® a e ® e m . @ = , 1 ee a THE MYSTERIES OF TIIK COURT. | | } | | | 7 Fa ——— —— \ i. iit , Ob SS 4 tng ’ i Ff HiT pb Ty r i) a r A Ht | tie moment when, as the eluck of Oaklands prn- claimed the huur of eleven, we direct the attention of the reader thither, Silent, if not altogether motionless, sat those elx persons: but all except | the Queen afforded occasional though scarcely | perceptible indications of either uneasiness or else of some other feeling, such as awe or suspense. | Indora’s large dark eyes burnt with a strung | steady lustre: her red lips were alightly apart— uot quivering nor moving in the least, but with their very absence of motion indicating that ber *| thoughts were fixed and ber mind inteat on one | special object which she had the convictiun of being enabled tu carry out. She did not once glance towards either of those who were seated on her right band and on ber left: she remained motion- less iu her throne-like seat—not with an/ ograce- ful “rigidity—but with all the natup’. and un- studied elegance of posture which was likewise fmsiatent with the perfect dignity of her quveuly No. YJ. - Fourtru Seetes. wy a = . f — i 4 f <4 ° 4“ . 7 rf om | i 5 . } i it I j \ \ i ; if ; —, ¥ TTY | . as : F aft 4 ie . — Pp { : a — , | ~f — i! = — - " v ) cm a eee ee se = bearing, She scarcely seemed to breathe, so statue-like was she! —tur there was no tumultuous heaving nor falling of the superb busom, sv rioh and so well developed in its sculptural coa- tours. Altogether, with that magnificent and beauteous lady upon her throne—with the five figures (two wasked and three veiled) on her right and left—with the funeral hangings to the walls and the sable pall spread upon the ceiling —with the white flour-carpet, giving ghastly reflection to the less than dim cathedral light that pervaded the apartment—with that powerful lustre which shone forth for a few yarJs from sue iuner room— and witb the tomb.like stillness which prevailed,, —it was a scene full well calculated to strike awe and terror into the svul of any one who might be brought into the presence of the royal Indora. lo a few minutes the sable drapery on one mde of the ruum ws agitated: it opened—and old Purvis, the steward, entered the apartment. Ea co He Lf G OVO) (CO Lf