The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 329: what you’re looking at

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312 REYNOLDS’ WORKS had kept brightly eae and all of a sudden the princess raised those eyes upwards, exclaiming, “It is for thee, O Lord, in thine own good time, to show whose hand did really wield this weapon to perpetrate the tragedy of that foul night! ” And it was the eye of that Deity alone to whom the Eastern lady thus solemnly appealed that beheld her as she stood there, in the midst of that sumptuously furnished saloon, with the air of a pythoness, one arm stretched forth, and the hand grasping the handle of the dagger, and her countenance wearing an expression of awe-felt solemnity and adjuring entreaty that was in unison with her words. How strikingly grand she looked, her hair, dark as night, floating in luxuriant masses down her back, her superb bosom upheaved, her posture replete with tragic majesty, and her red lips apart, displaying two rows of pearls within. Wherefore did Indora send up that adjuring prayer to Heaven? Why did she seem to think that there was any doubt in respect to the author of a crime which all the world had so unhesitatingly affixed to the hand of Bertram Vivian? Gomichbooks (EO)