The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 280: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 212 , Ii i Mis L—s i i | a : A ‘\ “] stiacae distrees this kind-hearted lady who in the space of| Lady,” answered Kate, in a voice deeply com- a few minutes had shown her so much sympathy, | passionating this avowal of affliction on the part of was an alternative to which she could not/| the Minister's wife,—‘“if for a moment my pre- easily bring herself; and yet, as she still gazed on | sence beneath this roof should have led to aught that fearfully pale countenance, and looked into | that has given you pain, most sincerely and deeply | thove dark eyes where an unnatural light seemed | do I regret it You have shown me so much kind | —she felt convinced that the injured and | sympathy—and sympathy to one in my position is outraged wife had indeed but too well conjectured so sweet—that not for worlds could I find it in my what had passed at the interview between her- | heart to be the source of annoyance. Let me go, | self and the Minister. madam !—I will take elsewhere the burden of my | “Miss Marshall,” said the lady, resuming her | own sorrows——" | seat, and making an evidently powerful endeavour | “Miss Marshall,” interrupted the Minister's to subdue her emotions, “ you have not told me | wife, “there is something savouring of reproach- all; but I again thank you for having suppressed | fulness in your tone, ee ee ee et ee that which you have left unexplained. Ah! it | Ah! if a doubt had previously remained in my was not without reason I involuntarily observed | mind, it would now be cleared up. Yes it is in- just now that you too are unhappy,—meaning | deed so! There is co tion of my painful thereby that in such unhappiness there was per- | conjecture in every syllable you have uttered—in iapcartan Seni eoiies tee Sin. ealetune of taneibey every glance you have flung upon me, Oh!" she | between us.” cried, wringing her hands bitterly—but still she did COUN (C DOO