The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 394: what you’re looking at

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Co ee ey THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 388 ct SS ES ROSE FOSTER: © J swear! he exclaimed. “And now rise, Miss Foster—rise, and give me your attention and your patience.” “If your Royal Highness be truly slacere,” said Rose, raising herself up, “you will at once lead the way to another apartment.” And, as she uttered these words, she moved towards the door. “Stay, Miss Foster —and hear me,” cried the Prince, interposing himeelf in such a manner that he effectually barred her passage from the room. “I must and will tell you all that I ‘have to say—” “Not here—not here!” ejaculated the maiden, her alarm rapidly heightening ;—and, as she spoke, eres oietite panes ioe and gain door. Bat he seized her round the waist—and then a piercing shriek burst from her lips. A panio terror for an wy paralysed the royal voluptuary—and _—<—<$—$—$—<—j— $< the orphan escaped from his arms before his ips had polluted her virgin cheeks with their hot and lustfal kisses. Again she sprang towards tho door: but the Prince, suddenly placing his back against it, exclaimed, “ Mise Foster, I have said that you must and shall hear me—and, by heaven ! I will keep my word ° The unhappy girl, shrinking back in unspeakable terror, clasped ber hands and fixed upon the heir- apparent a look so full of earnest entreaty and pathetic appealing, that nad not his heart been made of the hardest granite those imploring eyes would have melted its callosity. “Oh! will not your Royal Highness have pity upon me?” she exclaimed, once more falling upon her knees and addressing the unpriacipled volup- taary in a rending tone. “My God! what have I done that your Royal Highness should become my bitterest enemy—my most relentless persecutor? All I ask is to be permitted to eat the bread of comicloooks. conn