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shone as though all its effulgence were poured , the face of Camilla—that beauteous face on every lineament of which was depicted the noble heroism of a virgin resolute in saving her honour or perishing in the attempt. “ Camilla—eweet Camilla—dearest Camilla,” mar- mured the Prince in a tone of almost anguished entreaty, as the rapid glance which he threw around the Square showed him that no one was nigh to be- hold this tremendous scene: “remain there, I im- plore you, until I come down to receive you in my arms |” But, darting up at him a look full of indeecribable contempt and ascorn—for the disposition of the brave girl was too noble to harbour hatred—ehe once more trusted her light aerial form to the rope, and glided in safety upon the pavement of St. James’s Square. The Prince of Wales beheld the issue of the heraic deed, and then breathed more freely—for the danger that the orphan would be dashed to pieces and her death traced to his persecution of her, had suddenly passed away. Considerably relieved in one sense, but bitterly disappointed and chagrined in another, he hastily drew up the rope and closed the window : then, after a few moments’ deliberation with himeelf whether he should arouse Mra. Brace to acquaint her with what had occurred, or whether he should return to Carlton House and send her a note with full particulars in the morning, he decided upon ) the latter course. For he remembered that the | Smorous muilliner had some little intrigue of her , own in progress; and he therefore thought # better not to disturb her. . ° = was turning amay from the chamber whence ami so strangely and desperatel | escaped, when something white upon the ‘ | attracted his notice; and as the object resembled a CHAPTER LXXXV. ANOTHER INCIDENT OF THE SAME NIGHP. Tan reader will not, require to be pp it was way : but beholding s genteclly-dressed young without bonnet, cloak, or scarf, and apperently convulsed with grief, they stopped and spoke to| her. “ What ails you, Miss?” inquired the woman, as- suming ‘as pleasing and mild a tone of voice as possible—which was not very difficult, by the bye, inasmuch as her tones were naturally far from dis. agreeable. Camilla raised her eyes the moment those words, pronounced by one of her own sex, met her ears; and, encountering the pale but rather pretty face of a young woman who looked kindly upon her, she became animated with hope and confidence. “ I have just escaped from the power of some one who menaced me with violence and outrage,” she said, in a hasty and excited tone; “and I implore you to see me to a place of safety. I have but little money about me at this moment: but I possess ample means of funds to-morrow———" “Weil, you take the young lady along with you,” eaid the man; “aad I'll just go about the little business I have in hand.” Camilla started at the roughness of the voice which thus sounded on her ears and which formed so disagreeable a contrast with that of the woman: CORNICE OOO ©) To CO