The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 68: what you’re looking at

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ie Loe eee |e | — ~ -_ 7 = ———— Tes Ta resaena ory rr ee (el ALP LL ni i yen Ai B ; TLS a i gee TY Ai i i | iM ai are mt | ht A eae “Sir.” interrupted the old nobleman, * I—I— ugh ! ugh !—would have you know that I—I—ugh ! ugh!—am inoapable of treating your niece other- wise than—ugh! ugh !—with kindness.” _ ]¢ is something in your favour, my lord,” an. swered Captain Cartwright sternly; “but sail it will not save you from the chastisement I am bound to inflict upon the seducer of my niece.” “Ob, no do not touch him! do not injure a hair of his head !” exclaimed Eglantine, starting to her feet and bounding towards the old nobleman, around whose neck her arms were thrown. “you are & good girl, my dear—ugh! ugh!— you are a good girl,” mumbled Wenham. “There! there! don’t weep—don’t take on so!—sit down, my love—ugh! ugh!—and your uncle will pre- sently grow calmer.” Eglantine retired to her chair: but Captain Cartwright remained standing, his arms still folded—his looks still sternly severe, No. 60. FOURIE SERIES. TS Sc lesa eater genes THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 57 “Lord Wenham,” he said, “listen to the fow words which I havo to addreas unto you. A be- loved brother on his death-bed bequeathed his child to my care. I undertook the charge, vowing to fulfil it affectionately and honourably. My sessions recalled me to India; and I left my niece in the care of an elderly female relative in whom I could confide. She paid the debt of nature some little while back ; and then Eglanting, after an interval passed with a friend, went under the protection of my sister-in-law Madame Ange- lique. And such protection it has been !—good heavens, such protection! Ina word, my hopes are blighted—and that niece whom to her father on his death-bed I swore to protect and befriend, is a fallen creature——and you, my lord, are her seducer !” “ But she loves me—ugh! ugh!” shrieked forth Wenham, in that same shrill tone to which his voice had ere now risen ; “and you shan’t part us! ugh! ugh !———you shan’t part us!” Ln co G OVO) (CO Ln