The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 383: what you’re looking at

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366 THE COURT OF LONDON ‘Yes, yes, I have indeed been dreadfully punished, ay, and J am dreadfully punished now,” exclaimed Emmerson. “But you have relented, you are satisfied with your ven- gseance — ”’ ‘“ Listen,’ interposed Varian, still in that cold, passionless style which lett Emmerson in the suspense of such torturing doubt as to what the young man’s ultimate intentions were, ‘“T have a few more words to say, but only a very few. You have just learned from my lips how steadily, con- tinuously, yet determinedly I have pursued my vengeance against you, but you have yet to learn that it was I who gave information to the Earl of Curzon relative to your intrigue with his wife. Yes, and that very amount of five thousand guineas which you despatched to the countess in the brown paper parcel tell into the earl’s hand through my intervention. Ah! would you not like to have that money now? Would it not enable you to emancipate your- self from all your present difficulties? ”’ “ But — but —do you not think,’’ asked Emmerson, ‘is it not possible —in a word, do you — do you mean to prosecute this implacable teeling to the very last? Have you, then, no mercy? ”’ “Had you any mercy for me?” demanded Varian, his manner now undergoing a slightly perceptible change, and the light of a deeply concentrated hatred gleaming in his eyes. “ But did I not take you back again into my service? ”’ asked Emmerson, trembling all over in the agony of sus- pense. “Yes, but through no favour for me,’ once, with an increased bitterness of tone. ‘““ At all events,’’ said Emmerson, “‘ you have had your revenge. By your own admission, you have ruined me.” ‘And did you not ruin me? Did you not plunge me into Newgate, and compel me to pass through the ordeal of shame and infamy?” cried Theodore, now rising from his seat, and fixing his looks with unmistakable hatred upon the wretched Emmerson. ‘‘ What though I obtained a pardon? It was a mere release from the danger of punish- ment; it could not efface that branding-mark of infamy which you fixed upon me. Besides, did you not seek the ruin of my sister? Did you not endeavour to make me, her ) replied Varian at EORNICLIOO KS (E(0) im