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233 TUR MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. Angels, then, as we have said, was seated in the the slate ; sick chamber on the cocasion to which we particu- Angela larly refer. Her brother had gone to pay his could wonted visit in Cavendish Square: but he was to that lay return soon,—for devoted to her who was dread a re- + i to be his bride, yet he never neglected his sister. Indeed, who that knew her, could neglect her? An angel in beauty and in mind as well as, name, this charming herome of our’s was one w it was impossible to treat with coldness. There she was seated; and insensibly her thoughts had settled upon the image of Francis ath E ; E Lt 5 E li i i B ii i had imbibed a small quantity, che made a sign that she wished to write. irritating or exciting the invalid by a refueal; and moreover she was naturally anxious to learn what | i Madge Somers porceived Miss Deveril’s hesita- | well ministered unto during your abeence. It tion ; and as if determined to profit by it, repeated | shall only be for a couple or three days, if you will: her signal more imperiously than before. Angela | but come you must. You, William, sit down and could no longer refuse: but she resolved that at | pen a hasty note to Florina: tell her that I have the alightest evidence which the woman might | carried you off. And yoy, Angela, give orders to show of faintness and weakness, she would compel | your maid to pack up at once whatsoever things her to desist. She therefore gave her the slate; {| you intend to take with you.” end by gently propping her up with pillows,| “But, my lord,” responded Angels, “the poor her in e@ position the most conv for | woman up-stairs will miss me eo much, that I am the task which the invalid had undertaken. really afraid———” Joy and satisfaction lighted up the countenanc | “She would miss you much more, my dens ee ao —w = eee ° a CO IMULUG C) DOO So (COL