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

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CHAPTER XVI > A FRIGHTFUL TRAGEDY MEANTIME a horrible scene was occurring in the room where Florimel, Mrs. Brace, and Frederick Dray had re- mained together. For immediately upon the extinguishing of the candle as it fell on the carpet, a hideous sound, re- sembling the savage growling and barking of a dog, burst from the throat of Frederick Dray, and throwing himself upon the floor, he nem to rage, and toss, and writhe in fearful convulsions. “Who is the man? And what is the matter with him? ” cried Lord Florimel, horror-stricken at the dreadful scene which was thus taking place in the dark, and yet feeling ashamed to suffer the sso to suspect that he was really alarmed. “O God! hil ails him? He has gone mad — raving mad!’ ‘exclaimed the miserable woman, not heeding the young nobleman’s queries; and, groping her way to the bell- pull, she plucked at it with such violence that it snapped ~ asunder. “You have broken the eoed? ”” cried Florimel, feverishly anxious to escape from a position which was by no means agreeable, and from a scene the horrors of which were aggravated by the darkness. . ‘Yes, but I have found the other,” exclaimed Mrs. Brace, as she pulled the second bell with a little more caution. ‘“‘ Oh, Heavens! what is the matter with Frederick? He is mad — he is mad — and he will betray all our secrets in his delirious ravings! ” In good faith,” said Florimel, now somewhat recovering his composure as the first effect of the sudden tremor was passing away, ‘‘ I care but little what the fellow can reveal, 117 COUNMIC OOO) cS m