The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 218: what you’re looking at

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THE LAST PLOT Sroot “ But, mother, what you tell me is horrible, horrible! ”’ and Edmund literally shivered in the excruciation of his agonized feelings. “Oh, I will fly from her! —no, I will order the lackeys to turn her out —”’ “Madman that you are!’ exclaimed Lady Saxondale, catching him by the arm as he was springing to the chamber door, ‘‘do you think that a wily woman, such as she is, will not find means to accomplish her purpose, even though you eject her? Yes, rest assured that, sooner or later, you would be taken off by some means or another.”’ “My God, what am I to do?”’ and Edmund sank upon a a chair, a prey to mingled feelings of jealous rage and horrible apprehensions. ‘ But why,’ he suddenly exclaimed, “ did she have me rescued from Doctor Ferney’s? Would it not have suited her purpose to leave me there? ”’ “ Must I explain everything, even to the minutest details? ”’ demanded Lady Saxondale, impatiently. ‘‘ Can you not fathom anything for yourself? Can you not penetrate a single one of her purposes? How could she make away with you while you were at Doctor Ferney’s? Was it not abso- lutely necessary for her to have you with her? And does not the fact of St. Gerard being the real author of your liberation prove the concert which exists between him and Adelaide? Nay, I will tell you more. It was in consequence of reading the intercepted letter that 1 discovered the plan which was contemplated for your deliverance, and therefore did I have you hastily removed from Doctor Burdett’s to Doctor Ferney’s.”’ “Oh, what am I to do? What am I to do?” ejaculated the miserable Edmund, wringing his hands. Then, in the abject wretchedness of his feelings, he threw himself at Lady Saxondale’s feet, saying, ‘‘ Save me, mother! You told me just now that you alone can save me. Pray do it, and I will never go against your wishes any more.” ‘“ When I said I would save you, Edmund,” she answered, compelling him to rise up from his supphant posture, “ I meant that | would counsel you how to save yourself.’’ ‘“T will go to a magistrate, I will hurry off to Hawkshaw or to Denison, I will go to the constable at Gainsborough, — anything to get rid of this dreadful woman!”’ and he was fearfully excited. ‘““Insensate boy, will you be tranquillized?’”’ exclaimed GomiiGcaooks (F©)