The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 244: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXI CLARA AT HOME - CLara STANLEY was now at home once more. Yet she no longer bore the name of Stanley. She was the titled Lady Sackville, wife of an English peer, and surely this humble cottage could scarcely be called a home for her who had been accustomed to dwell in the gilded saloons of Carlton House. Yet when her sister Louisa was recovered from the swoon into which she had fallen on the discovery that Clara and Venetia were one and the same person, yet, we say, did the charming and ingenuous girl pour forth ten thousand cordial welcomes for the long absent one who had returned again. With floods of tears did Clara strain the charming girl to her bosom, while their half-brother Valentine and their two aunts, Mrs. Owen and Lilian, all stood by deeply affected. The mystery relative to Valentine Malvern was speedily cleared up, and the amazed Louisa, on comprehending the degree of relationship in which she stood to the young gentleman, received his fraternal embrace. Mrs. Owen undertook the task of proceeding up-stairs to prepare the way for Clara’s interview with her invalid aunt; and without entering into details, we need only say that in a few minutes Clara herself hastened to the sick-room, and was received in the arms of that fond relative who had for SO many years supplied to her the place of her lost mother. In the course of the evening of this memorable day, Clara gave her three aunts her entire history, as in London, on the previous day, she had given it to Valentine Malvern, of course suppressing all those particulars relative to the Marquis of Leveson, Colonel Malpas, the Earl of Curzon, and Sir Douglas Huntingdon, which she would have perished rather than 222 CORTICLOOO (CO nin