The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 143: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XIII SCENES IN THE DANE JOHN THE reader’s attention must now be again directed to Canterbury. It was on the same day and at the same hour — that is to say, at noon — when the preceding incidents took place that the Honourable and Reverend Bernard Audley, minor canon of the cathedral, was walking to and fro in the beautiful shady avenue of trees in the Dane John. He was in a deep reverie, but his thoughts were bent upon no topic fitting for a minister of the gospel. On the contrary, he was brooding over a passion that was devouring him. Against this passion had he struggled with great efforts, but it was stronger than himself. He had allowed his imagination to dwell upon it until, it had become his master. The object of his passion was ‘Louisa Stanley. About ten months had elapsed since he had committed that outrage which has already been so fully described. The reader will remember how Bernard Audley had Louisa carried off by hireling wretches, — gipsies, indeed, whose services he had engaged for the purpose, how she had con- trived to escape from his house, how he had overtaken her in the crypt of the cathedral, and how, at the moment when she was about to succumb to his power, a tall female form dressed in black had sprung forward and rescued her from his clutches. It will likewise be remembered how she was conveyed home in a carriage by Bernard Audley and this female, and how she was induced to pass the matter over in silence in consequence of the letter, full of entreaty, which that same female had written to her. Nevertheless she had, as in duty bound, explained the circumstance to Jocelyn Loftus, who had called upon the minor canon on the follow- ing morning, and warned the unprincipled clergyman against 125 (C(O) nn) GDoOo <Si in