The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 80: what you’re looking at

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| THE MYSTEXKIES OF THE OOURT. her tears, and composing suddenness, she | “No: Iam not aware that I was musing aloud. Bat surely, Harold,” she continued, with accents of eold irony, “ you do sot expect our marriage state to “And pray, my lord,” inquired Lady Saxondale, | Saxondale, fixing upon him a cold reptile-like look, “in what | then, strange mood is it that you have sought me now What have I become? Dare I look inward ? No, no! Dare I even look the world in the face? Searcely |—for in every one I meet, methinks I behold am acousse.” “ Harold, for heaven’s sake hush these wild words!” said her ladyship, now becoming really “You knew not who may overhear thenm—the walle have cars——” “But tell me, tell me, Harriet—I command and “Then you assure mo that the other secret is -7~- ne =D Gee @ a @ @eme ee e232 ee Gew a= e safe ?”’ said some slight feeling she | of relief. “But you do not Neen” he Sontinnsl in @ vacant and abstracted manner, oe fe could mest that man Hawkshaw.” “ Indeed |” ejaculated Lady Saxondale, with a looked of rico. ‘“ And wherefore should you have liked not to meet him? how has he offended you? Methought you were excellent friends.” place--he paid bat a hurried visit to you remember. In short, it was the day he pro- Josed to Jaliana, as you told me Well, he came up to my room to bid me good bye—he saw my tol-case————” Harold—enough!” interrupted Sexondale, flinging around ber frightened glance: strain! If ruin overtakes you-~—se——it will be your fault |” “ Heaven forbid!” groaned the wretched Harold: and he shuddered visibly from head to foot. “But dale: then with a tone and look which savoured somewhat of contempt, she said, “Are you a man thus to conjure up images of terror to haunt yourself withal? Hawkshaw has been here to-day—he is the same as ever—ho has pressed Juliana to name a time for their nuptials. They will take place the a friend staying with him. And now, Harold, you must exert more “ Courage!” he ejaculated: “it is an almost superhuman courage that I am constantly exerting to put on the outward appearance of composure. But it does not always serve me! The other day— when Hawkshaw spoke of the missing pistol—I fels that I grew white as a sheet—that all the blood had suddenly stagnated in my veins———Ah ! it was a hideous, a- horrible feeling that seised upom me at thas moment! Harriet, buta short time back, when I was a gay rollicking fellow about town, I laughed at the idea of conscience: I believed not that there was one within me. But now I know that there ie— : He iL ii stripes of a scorpion-scourge ments when I feel as if I should go mad! become a being of strange contradictions—tossing hither and thither upon the wildest and mvosé tumultuous sea. Sometimes I adore your beauty— I feel that no sacrifices was too great to poseces you : at other times I hate and abber you with the “ At all events you do not disguise the truth,” —_! i i el (COL ( 5 DOO CS (COL