The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 400: what you’re looking at

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cme a a TG oo - THE MYSTERIES. a a ee 385 [ROSE FOSTER. } “I swear!” he exclaimed. “And now rise, Miss Foster—rise, and give me your attention and your patience.” “If yeur Royal Highness be truly sincere,” 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 doer. “Stay, Miss Foster—and hear me,” cried the Prince, interposing himself in such a manner that he effectually barred her passage from the room. “I must and will tell you all that [ have to ssy-——” “Not here—not here!” ejaculated the maiden, her alarm rapidly heightening ;—and, as she spoke, she endeavoured to glide past the Prince and gain the door. But he seized her round the waist—and then a piercing shriek burst from her lips. A panic terror for an mart paralysed the royal voluptuary—and ec a a I the orphan escaped from his arms before his lips had polluted her virgin cheeks with their hot and lustful kisses. Again she sprang towards the door: but the Prince, suddenly placing his back against it, exclaimed, * Miss Foster, 1 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 her hands and fixed upon the heir- apparent a look so full of earnest entreaty and pathetic eppealing, that had 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 mo?” she exclaimed, ounce more falling upon her knees and addressing the unprincipled volup- tuary in a rending tone. “My God! what have I done that your Royal Highness should beoome my bitterest enemy—my most relentless persecutor ? All I ask is to be permitted to eat the bread of OONRANKA ateylo) SS COMM