The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 324: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. . of which he seemed only to have a dim recol- lection, though nothing in this apartment was changed in respect to its appointments as he him- self bad for years known them. But, as we have intimated, his thoughts were falling fast into confusion—not exactly with the madness of excitement, but with the stupor of an overwhelm- ing consternatioa—a crushing dismay—a paralys- ing horror. In this room to whieh Queen Indora now con- ducted the Duke of Marohwont, Mr. Armytage was seated. Candles were burning upon the table : Zoe's father was excessively pale—but there was acertain air of resolution in his looks, as if he knew beforeband what duty he had to perform, aad was determined to scoomplish it. He rose from his seat on the appearance of Indora, to whom he bowed with the profoundest respect. He then glanced at the Duke of Marchmont; and an ex- No. 92.—Fourty Szems 818 pression passed over his features as if he were at the moment saying to himself, “‘ The hour of that man is come!” Indora olosed the door; and without taking a seat, she at once said to Zoe's father, “ Your name is not Armitage——it is Travers?” “T have already admitted as much to your Ma- jesty,” reptied the individual thus addressed ; and his voice as well as his manner indicated the deep- est respect towards that Sovereign lady. The Duke of Marchmont now appeared to rally himeelf slightly for a moment; and he bent upon Travers « look of the most imploring entreaty:- but Zoe's father seemed not to notice it. “ You were once the valet of this in?” con- tinued Queen Indors, glancing for an instant at the Duke of Marchmont; “and you were at Oak- lands when several long years ago an awful tra- gedy took place ?” comicibooks.conm