The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 79: what you’re looking at

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ANOTHER INTERVIEW WITH THE KING 57 “Hear me, Sire!’ exclaimed Tim, raising his voice with firmness and decision. “I am incapable of committing the crime which your Majesty dares to impute to me. I am no forger, no, not half so much as your Majesty is a foul perjurer.”’ “‘ Kh, what? this to me? this to me?” cried George III, turning rapidly around and stamping his foot with rage, while his countenance became purple. ‘‘ By Heaven, sir, if you wish to sleep in the Tower — ” “No; your Majesty dares not wreak your vengeance upon me now,” interrupted the undaunted Tim. ‘“‘ Mention the name of Miss Hannah Lightfoot at once,”’ exclaimed the Amazon, “‘ and thereby afford his Majesty a clue to the purport of our business.’ | “Ah! that name, no, no, don’t mention it — don’t mention it, good people! ”’ gasped the king, staggering back as if beneath the weight of a blow. ‘‘ Come, let us talk quietly and tranquilly, without excitement. There, I will _ sit down,” he added, throwing himself into an armchair. “And now, Meagles, — queer name, Meagles, very queer — Meagles — Meagles,”’ reiterated the miserable monarch, who always seemed to grow childish whenever he was much excited, “‘ and now, Meagles — Meagles — tell me what you want and all about it.”’ ‘Tn plain terms, then,” said Tim, “ I wie to know at what price your Majesty will purchase the correspondence between Miss Hannah Lightfoot and Lady Stamford; to- gether with important memoranda and explanatory com- ments.” | And as Meagles thus spoke, he drew forth the packet of papers and read the endorsement which we have printed in italics. ‘Correspondence — Lady Stamford — memoranda — comments,” murmured the king, becoming’ ghastly pale, and sinking back in the armchair; for he saw that he was completely in the power of Meagles and the Amazon, and moreover, reminiscences of a very sad and painful nature were now agitating wildly in his brain. “We have him, my beauty,” whispered Meagles, aside to the huntress. ‘He is in our mercy, Tim,’’ responded the handsome CO MMIC|Xeo) ss} (C(O)