The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 368: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIX THE SISTERS THE drawing-room where the sisters thus met was very handsomely furnished, and bore all the evidences of a refined female taste. It was the same room where Jocelyn Loftus had seen Clara Stanley on the occasion of his visit to London, and where she had given her approval of his suit in respect to Louisa. The sisters were now alone together; for Sir Douglas Huntingdon had not followed our heroine up into that room, but remained in an apartment below. When the first effusion of joy was over, and the first transports of delight at this meeting were somewhat subsided, Clara and Louisa sat down side by side upon the sofa, and began to contemplate each other with the deepest, tenderest interest. On the one hand, Clara beheld her younger sister beautiful as ever, and with all that ineffable sweetness of look and innocence of mien which indicated the stainless purity of her soul. She saw her, too, at great advantage, for the pallor and the pensiveness previously occasioned by Jocelyn’s supposed perfidy had now yielded to the roseate tinge of joy and the brightness of look which reflected the heart’s holiest satisfaction. Clara therefore beheld her sister lovely and lovable as she was when they parted, — one of the chastest and most charming ornaments which the sex ever bestowed upon this world, an incarnation of all the sweetest, truest, and most ethereal attributes which piety or poesy ascribes unto angels. On the other hand, Louisa beheld her sister more grandly beautiful, more superbly handsome than when they parted under the rose-covered portico of their Kentish cottage. She saw in Clara a magnificent woman the glory of whose charms oot COM a L0))O) S (CO)