The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 151: what you’re looking at

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CAROLINE WALTERS 129 over the young girl, the latter had no power to withdraw her looks from this dread, unnatural gaze; and when, at the expiration of nearly a minute, the midwife arose slowly from her seat and with her cold, thin, sallow fingers grasped the fair, plump, warm hand of Caroline Walters, the young creature shuddered as if a snake were beginning to envelop her in its folds. Still was she so spellbound that she gave not utterance to a word; and, under the influence of this tremendous fasci- nation, she suffered the midwife to conduct her away from the room. lLamblike and unresistingly, but swayed by a cold and seemingly mortal terror, Caroline Walters was thus led up-stairs to her own chamber; but: when the door was closed upon her and she heard the key grating in the lock, the unnatural spell was suddenly lifted from off her, her senses were unchained in a moment, her blood began to boil and her brain to ferment with all the vitality of a terrible indignation, and, dashing her hand violently against her forehead, she sank upon her knees by the side of her couch, murmuring, “‘ Vengeance! vengeance! ” (C(O) Anyi