The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 149: what you’re looking at

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132 REYNOLDS’ WORKS in different directions on the broad arena of the world? You must not think that I am altogether so changed, so altered —so degraded,’ she added, her voice suddenly sinking as she spoke the word and the word itself being spoken with a painful effort, “‘ as to be indifferent to what may be thought of me, or to be enabled to look those who know and love me in the face without a blush. Etienne, I am unhappy; my fortunes, too, are desperate. You know what has happened in England, Constance likewise knows it, and could you think I should voluntarily seek you out? No, I should only be bringing disgrace upon my sister, and I am not bad enough to do that. Being compelled to re- nounce the idea of obtaining a husband— But no matter. Let this interview end. Leave me.”’ “But you will see Constance?’’ urged the marquis. ‘It was only a few hours back that she was speaking of you, with tears in her eyes, and she made me promise that if by any accident I should discover the place of your abode — ”’ “Then let Constance come to me this evening,” said Juliana. ‘‘ A few hours must elapse before we meet, that I may have leisure to compose my troubled thoughts. Do not let her come until the evening. And now leave me, Htienne.’’ ‘“T oo, Juliana,” said the marquis; but, still lingering, he added, in a hesitating manner, as if fearful of offending one whose temper was naturally vehement, and now partic- ularly ruffled, ‘‘ Is there nothing I can do for you? Tell me, Juliana; my purse is at your service.” “Thank you, I have sufficient means for the present. My mother supplies me with funds. Ah, Etienne,’ she added, bitterly, “ with what a family have you connected yourself!— my mother’s reputation itself damaged, my brother married to a murderess, myself — ”’ ‘“ Juliana, give not way to these reflections — at least not in such a spirit,’ interrupted the marquis, deeply pained. ‘‘ It is not impossible for you to experience hap- piness in this world. In some agreeable seclusion, and under a feigned name —”’ ‘“Hnough. Leave me to chalk out my own career, to follow my own destinies. And now go, Etienne; I must be alone.”’ Villebelle extended his hand, which Juliana took for a moment, and as she turned abruptly away, he slowly quitted CONNIE OO KS (E(0)