The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 271: what you’re looking at

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254 REYNOLDS’ WORKS I regret it. But, oh, it is misery which warps our hearts, misery that fills us with suspicion, misery that changes our very natures, mee that blights all the freshest teelings of confidence — ‘My dear mother, let us say no more upon the subject,”’ interrupted Henrietta, but yet in a voice which showed how deeply shocked her soul had been and how cruel was the wound that her mother’s suspicion had inflicted on her heart. ‘The friend whom Heaven has sent us is Angela Vivaldi, the kindest, the best, the most generous of beings.” “ Henrietta, can you forgive me, can you pardon your poor mother? Oh, that I could recall the incidents of the last few minutes! ”’ ‘“ Forgive you, dear mother? Do not speak to me thus,”’ and the gentle girl again flung her arms about her parent’s neck. Then little Charley began crying once more, but now it was rather in joy than otherwise, when he beheld his siste: and mother embracing. Henrietta proceeded to inform Mrs. Leyden of everything which had occurred to her that night at the opera, and with which the reader is already acquainted. Frankly did she explain the overtures made to her by Lord Everton, the feelings which had seized upon her when in the middle of the dance, and then the scene that had ensued in Signora Vivaldi’s dressing-chamber. Mrs. Leyden embraced her~ daughter again and again, and again and again too did she implore that good girl’s forgiveness on account of having even for an instant mistrusted her purity. CONNIE OO KS (E(0)