The Mysteries of the Court of London by Pauline Clarendon — page 309: what you’re looking at

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306 THE COURT OF LONDON “so much the better for us!’’ exciaimed her husband. “The gold which those secrets produced him has fallen into our hands.” “ But do you not know what my father originally was? ” asked Julia. ~ ‘A chemist, I should imagine, or something of that sort.” ‘“Not at all. He was one of the principal coiners in the Royal Mint; and he lost his situation in consequence of being suspected of secreting two or three dies or moulds in which certain pieces of money were cast.” | As Julia was giving utterance to these words in a tone of peculiar significaney, a horrible idea stole into the mind of her husband; and, suddenly remembering that letter in the pocketbook which referred to the supply of spurious coin to the bankers at Aylesbury, the sickening suspicion now excited was in a few moments changed into a crushing conviction. A deadly pallor came over his countenance; and, sinking back in his chair, he murmured in a low and hoarse voice, “ Give me a drop of brandy, Julia, or I shall faint.” The young woman hastened to comply with this request; and Page, having drained the wine-glass which she filled with the ardent spirit, began slowly to recover from the consternation that had fallen upon him. “TIT had better know the worst at once, Julia,’ he said, regarding her with haggard eyes. ‘“‘ The contents of those six bags — ”’ ‘“ Are all spurious,” she hastened to reply; ‘“ there’s no use in mincing the matter — and now you’ve learned the real truth.” ‘But you should have told me— you should not have misled me —”’ began Page, his bitter disappointment now changing into fury. “Stop a moment!” exclaimed Julia, her tone, counte- nance, and manner all suddenly indicating that she could be a very demoness when roused, difficult though it were to excite her; ‘‘ you are accusing me wrongfully, and J’ll smash your head to pieces with that poker if you give me any more of your nonsense. You sought me out — I did not seek you; you had already made up your mind that my father was a rich miser, and at first I was going to undeceive you; but your intentions toward myself became apparent, CONNIE DOO KS (Elo) m