Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 288: what you’re looking at

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238 PICKWICK ABROAD, pressive of the evil omen that this reminiscence portended, and did not again dare to turn her eyes towards Hector during the remainder of the time the bridal party was detained in the church. But Hector’s glances wandered around that sacred pile with an apparent indifference é could not feel; he examined the beautiful paintings with a seemi interest totally belying the real state of his mind; and when the lo organ’s solemn peals echoed through the church, a sudden fire lit up his eye—he smiled contemptuously as he gazed upen the chevalier— and joined in the sacred anthem with a firm tone. Amongst the numerous priests, who officiated at the bridal ceremony, was a young man—an intimate friend of Hector—whose eyes were in- variably fixed upon the pale countenance of the bride; and once, dur- ing the progress of that which the unfortunate girl-considered the most painful ordeal through which she had ever yet passed, that young riest took an opportunity of murmuring in her ear, ‘‘ Perjured! how darest thou appear at the altar of thy God?” Astonishment overcame the excess of any more painful feeling; and Eugenie remained rooted to the spot in motionless apathy during the remainder of the service, those terrible words, of such direful omen, still ringing in her ears. When the ceremony was concluded, the whole party moved solemnly down the aisle, and as slowly issued trom the church beneath that magnificent gate, above which the two tall towers of St. Sulpice rear F H L 4 __-9 aad F ij ay | F 7 P their summits to the skies, As she passed under the colonnade, an individual, leaning against one of the pillars, met the eye of the bride; and u dread shudder came over her, as she recognised the young priest. He moved not—but evidently awaited her there. She hesita indescribable feeling of horror seized upon her frame—her aunt per- ceived her emotions, mistook the cause, and led her onward to the carriage. The priest bowed as she passed by him, and whispered in a tone audible only to her, the word “‘Perjured!”” Eugenie fainted in her aunt’s armse—human nature could not support that complication of ominous circumstances and dread accusations—and in a senseless state she was borne back to the count’s hotel, where, when she was ECOMRICLOO© (CO