The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 330: what you’re looking at

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THE SIREN’S WILES 313 “ And I, Miss Owen,” said Malpas, addressing himself to Agatha, ‘‘ beseech you to intercede in my behalf with your sister Emma, since it is evident that you have no secrets from each other.”’ “ Unhand me, Lord Curzon,” said Julia, but her efforts to extricate her hand from his grasp had become feebler and feebler. Indeed, with every appearance of vanishing fortitude and dissolving coldness she said, “‘ Do let me go, ‘tis useless to detain me.”’ “ But will you not give me an opportunity of explaining myself?’ persisted Curzon. “ After all that has taken place between us, J beg and implore you —”’ “T will do nothing — nothing,” returned Julia, though with less decision in her voice than before, ‘ unless by EKmma’s consent. We have told each other everything, we have no secrets, and we must act in conecert.”’ “Yes,” observed Agatha, in reply to the solicitations which Malpas continued to press upon her to the effect that she would speak on his behalf to Emma, “‘ I can say nothing more than that my sister must act for herself.”’ “Then listen,’’ exclaimed Curzon, an idea suddenly striking him, and still he retained Julia’s hand in his own. “Will you forward me your decision in writing? Will you think over it? But I implore you not to send me back to England without having had an opportunity of making my peace with you, even if everything should be at an end between us.”’ “ Where will a note reach you?’”’ asked Julia, scarcely knowing what she said, for the natural sentimentalism of her disposition was triumphing over her endeavour to appear distant and reserved, and had it not been for the presence of Agatha, to whom she had boasted in the morning of the way she should treat Curzon if ever they met again, she would at once have precipitated herself into his arms. “ Iam staying at the Hotel Royal, and this time under my own name,” he said. “ Will you send me a line, only a single line, to that address? And whatever appointment you may give,—ior I know that you cannot be cruel enough to refuse my request, — I will keep.’’ _ Well, well,” said Julia, faintly, ‘I will think of it. Perhaps you shall hear from me,” and now she withdrew her hand, but not before Curzon had pressed it to his lips. CORICLAOO cS (C(O) am