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< el . — aan a —_—_—_—— nn > el ee a ——— — — U Vy 4, J UY, ~ i, ~ f ll \ THE MYSTERIES OF THE ——— eee COURT. NELL GIBSON. given yon the beet possible advice ever since you poet yourself under my paternal guardianship. ow, I beg of you to do nothing precipitately. You know that your aunt is kindly treated by the young lady whom you have left to take care of her; and therefore you would do well to remain here in London until the return of your sister, who, depend upon it would never forgive you if you did not fol- low my advice in this respect. My house shall be your home; and you know that in me you possess a sincere well-wisher, although our acquaintance has been so short, and although you had likewise heard statements from the lips of Miss Mary Owen prejudicial to my true chnracter.” Artless, unsuspicious, and confiding though the young damsel naturally was, yet there was some. thing in this speech which displeased her. She knew not what it was that thus seemed to grate upon _ Ome mysterious chord in her heart—nor could she . have pointed out which particuler sentence or phrase ° it was that excited a feeling of uneasiness within her. But certain it was that alarming suspicions suddenly took possession of her mind; and the moment the Marquis endeavoured to impress upon her the conviction of his sincerity, some secret voice appeared to whisper from the depths of her soul that he was deceiving her. The how or the wherefure did not strike her—nor did she pause to conjecture: for now that the train of her suspicions was once fired, it blazed up with astonishing speed. Back, back to her remembrance came vividly and forcibly a thousand little things which Mary Owen had Jet drop relative to the Marquis of Leveson: she bethought herself also of a certain peculiar ex- pression which she had frequently noticed in the regards that he fixed upon her when they were in Paris or travelling together; and to her memory re- turned the singular discourse in which Lady Er- nestina Dysart had indulged just previously to her uncle’s entrance. | | | | | S (CO)