The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 163: what you’re looking at

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146 REYNOLDS’ WORKS was spoken. Zoe was the first to break that silence at length, and then it was not to give utterance to a word of remon- strance against Christina’s resolve, — much less to breathe a syllable of reproach; it was merely to express the heartfelt prayer that her dear young friend would experience happiness wherever she might be. Was it that Zoe penetrated Christina’s motives, and that she esteemed them in the proper light, appreciating them too with thankfulness? Such was the question which Christina naturally asked herself, and she knew not how to answer it. Very certain 1t was, however, that for the remainder of the time she stayed beneath that roof — which was now very short — she experienced nothing but the most sisterly kind- ness on the part of Zoe, — a kindness which she was never wearied of displaying, and which though mild, soft, and gentle was all the more touching and profound. Our heroine ap- plied to the Princess Indora, for she indeed was the Oriental lady advertising for a companion, and, furnished with a testimonial from Lady Octavian, she was readily accepted by the King of Inderabad’s daughter. It was on the third day after the scene above described between Christina and Zoe that the former took her departure to remove to her new home. But since the accident she had not been once altogether alone with Lord Octavian, and in- asmuch as when in his presence under any circumstances, her conversation was most guarded, she had not alluded in his hearing to this purposed removal. Whether Zoe had informed her husband or not, Christina was unaware. The young girl chose for her departure a moment when Lord Octavian was absent from the house, and on Zoe profiering the use of the carriage to take her to her destination, she declined it, being determined that, unless from Zoe herself, the young nobleman should have no means of discovering whither she was gone. And something in her heart told her that Zoe had not spoken to her husband on the subject, and that she would not acquaint him with her new place of abode. ) ‘Dearest Christina,’ said Lady Octavian, when the instant for parting arrived, ‘“‘ to you am I indebted ‘for my life; my eternal gratitude and my heartfelt love are yours. Oh, believe me, dearest Christina, the feeling I cherish toward you, is—is— But I can say no more. God bless CONNIE OO KS (E(0)