The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 232: what you’re looking at

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i pone all surther discourse until to-morrow. Im- mediately after breakfast I will devote an hour or two to hear all that you may have to say.” “And if you are satisfied that I am not mad,” | esclaimed Edmund, now catching aig Pipe with the liveliest avidity, at the hope of speedy a por Pd ag i antl Ak! if it depends upon them, it wel, ihlis & ital laude aD coon Mis snehienndas “] believe my mother hates me: she has told me as| ret much. She once called me a viper that she had er Fah saprenbhcaige 2 parol gp asd ag gale nl in a interrogative tone: and again he contem- the young nobleman with a sort of melan- imtevest, in which there was blended a cer- No. 61.—Tump Szers. HH tain strange ¢ expression, as if his own heart wi. enduring a sense of anguish. “ Yes—and often, for some months past, has she know that she hates me; and what is more, she is a bad woman—-I em convinced she is, in many respectsa——” « Enough ! enough !” suddenly ejaculated Dr. Ferney, with a vehemence which appeared singular indeed to Lord Saxondale. “I beseech you, my r friend,” he almost immediately | “to send to the chamber prepared for you; and I w my pledge that to-morrow, after breakfast, you shall unburthen your mind fully to me.” “With that assurance [ must femain con- rose from his seat. ere appeared, bearing « chamber-candie. The phys can hack bans eiely (CO an (C DOO