The Mysteries of the Court of London by Pauline Clarendon — page 370: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXVII ANOTHER MEETING IT was not without an emotion of annoyance that Octavia Clarendon had found herself escorted by Harriet to the same room where she had met her lover on the two previous occasicns, and from which the bedchamber opened; for it shocked and pained her to think that the lady of the house and her servant must fancy that she came thither only as the mistress of Mr. Harley, and not in the quality of his destined wife. She dared not, however, make an observa- tion upon the subject to Harriet, for shame sealed her lips; but when the domestic had withdrawn, tears started to the long black lashes which shaded the lovely creature’s deep blue eyes. For a few moments she remained pensive and melancholy, more than half-repenting of having of her own accord made this appointment. But when she recollected how ardently she had longed to meet her lover again, and that this desire was now on the point of being gratified, a smile played upon her red lips like a sunbeam kissing a rosebud, and she hastily wiped away the traces of her tears. Scarcely had she thus composed herself, when the docx opened, and the next instant she was clasped in the arms of her lover. “ Oh, my sweet Octavia,” exclaimed the prince, pressing her again and again to his bosom, “ how truly Elysian is the happiness which you have thus afforded me! Never, since we parted the last time, has your worshipped image been absent from my mind; but now the radiance of your loveliness renews the flood of intense delight which the remembrance of all that glorious beauty has poured into my soul.” } 867 CONnnicloool|Ks (GO)