Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 375: what you’re looking at

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362 PICKWICK ABROAD. was betrothed, even as a child, and who, though considerably older than she—old enough, indeed, to have been her father—but who promised to espouse her for certain family reasons—I swore, I say, that Rosé should be united to none save to him. And then the spirit of my wife fled in peace! ** Need I say more? ““ SEVIGNE.” The astonishment and grief of Eugene can be better conceived than described. It exceeded all power of description. The vessel of his felicity had foundered on the rock of Disappointment, and left him a prey to the wild waves of Despair. For the rest of the day he sate immoveably upon his chair, without ever suffering his thoughts to wander from the centre of their attraction. He forgot his self-imposed, but necessary toils for the indulgent bookseller, and rejected the food that his servant proffered him. Suddenly he recollected that the next day was the Sabbath, and that Rose, attended by old Marguerite, was habitwally present at divine service, in the Cathedral Church of Notre ! NI —>.. — fh Ris = = 7 Ne bE . Te _ en ar" aN hrs “a, “A Ss Ti \ iq ‘ 'y | ! t ae B ; u } iad \ a 3s = -- I iv She bn DEY ee ‘i T| —— e il} eee i —t ely itty { a} } + F i, 1 ) | ae 2 = ee . RN |e mit = sa —— * a it a & = —y aa a i {| (| f Hl i eae | ie smarts eS art Yea eat aT ——_ SO: | 5) SESS "Fr. 2 <— oon |: r ¥ = h | Fp Xessmeatsy, a4 =, . ‘ = .-— | FI =* 5 Dame. It was there that they first met—it was in that stupendous edifice that they had first exchanged glances of affection—and it was in its sacred neighbourhood that they first told their love! It was also there, then, thought Archambault, that he would see her for the last time, and speak decidedly relative to the affair which naturally interested him more than any other in the world. nt An anxious night yielded to a gloomy morning; and Eugene started from his couch, determined to seek an interview with Rose. He knew that it was useless to hasten to the Cathedral before mid-day: he therefore endeavoured to compose himself until the hour that should decide his fate,. Presently a loud knockat his door startled him—and a stranger was ushered into the room. Hewas a man who had proba- bly seen fifty summers: his venerable appearance impressed Eugene with more than sentiments of respect—it struck him with awe* and he comichooks.com —