The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 337: what you’re looking at

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320 REYNOLDS’ WORKS thrust underneath. She hastened to pick it up, and read therein these lines: “Lady, beware! A foul treachery is intended. The duchess 1s not here; the duke came alone. Burn this. You can guess from whom it comes, and be upon your guard.” Indora comprehended that this was an instance of the eenerous kindness and the honourable feeling of the old steward. She hastened to apply the paper to the wax light, and when it had caught the flame, she tossed it' into the fire- place. Then, just as she was again about to put on the wrapper, — evidently with the air of one who knew what was about to happen, and meant to be in all modest decency prepared to meet the emergency, — the door opened, and the duke hastily entered. “Ah!” ejaculated Indora, and springing to the head of the couch, she snatched from beneath the pillow the dagger which she had placed there; then, as she raised it in her right hand, her left lifting the night drapery over her bosom, she said, in a voice of resolute sternness, “‘ You know this weapon well; it shall drink your heart’s blood if you dare approach me.” Language has no power to convey an idea of the ghastly horror which seized upon the Duke of Marchmont as he caught sight of that dagger; his countenance became livid, he started back and then staggered as if smitten a sudden blow. ‘“ Begone! ’”’ exclaimed Indora; and whatever were the power which she wielded at the moment, — whether it were by the mingled scorn, indignation, and defiance of her looks, whether it were by the menacing air she had assumed, or by the terrible recollections which the sight of the dagger vividly conjured up in the mind of the duke, — certain it is that he at once obeyed her, and still pale as death, trembling in every limb, and like a conscience-stricken being, he dragged himself from the room. Immediately afterward the Princess Indora rang her bell violently, and then hastened to lock up the dagger again in the box where she had previously secured it. ‘The summons was speedily answered by one of the maids who had previously attended upon her, and Indora said, in a calm, firm voice, ‘“T choose not to sleep here alone; you must remain with me for the rest of the night.’’ Gomichbooks (E(0)