The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 220: what you’re looking at

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SS THE MYSTEBIFS OF THR COURT. 209 —— eee drawing-room, where he sat down and penned a fow lines to Mr. Armytage. He simply said that being alarmed on account of Zoe’s health, and considering that he was not doing his duty in allowing her thus to remain separated from him, be was about to rejoin her with the least possible delay. He then thought of writing a fow last words to Christina: but he could pen nothing that ttisfied him. Sheet after sheet did he tear up: and when the valet entered to announce that everything was ready for immediate departure, Lord Octavian was still commencing a new epistle, and still too without any satisfaction to himself. This last sheet of paper he therefore tore into fragments, like the former ones; and speeding down the stairs, he sprang into the carriage. Now he gave full vent to the excitement which ‘was torturing him :—he covered his face with his hhands—he burst into an agony of weeping: he sobbed like a woman or a child. No. 79.—FourtH SExrxs. “O Christina, Christina!” he murmured, in a broken voice: “ to think that you could have loved another !’” The unhappy young nobleman proceeded to Dover: on the following day he passed over to Boulogne; and thence he journeyed with all pos- sible despatch, to rejoin that wife whom he was now secking in the frenzy of desperation rather or under the influence of a pure unalloyed sense uty. CHAPTER CxxYV. THE DESK. Tz was the second morning after the brilliant en- tertainment at Tudor House—broakfast was over— Anastatia had retired to her boudoir for a whilo— comicibooks.conm