The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 210: what you’re looking at

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180 THE COURT OF LONDON her shoulder, “‘ there must be a period fixed for the fulfil- ment of the conditions just settled between us. The matter can’t go on for everlasting, you know. I suppose that poor Meagles has been hurried off to America in a ship-of-war? The people of England have to support navies in order that they may become instruments of oppression against them- selves. God’s curse will light upon such a paternal govern- ment,” she added, bitterly. ‘‘ But that is not the point. We were talking of Meagles, and you will do well to have a fast sailing vessel sent after him; for I accord six weeks, and no more, for the fulfilment of our terms. If that interval elapses without seeing Meagles return, then will I publish the papers. Farewell.” And having thus spoken, the magnanimous huntress quitted the royal apartment, leaving the Prince of Wales more humiliated, more disgusted with himself and all the world, and more disposed to abandon himself to despair than ever he had been before. Indeed, to tell the full truth, he was just in that humour when for a cup of the waters of oblivion he would have sold his soul to Satan. COnmnicboooks re) (C(O)