The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 310: what you’re looking at

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( COUNT AND COUNTESS OF TOLEDO — 293 heart she feared that he only held out these hopes in order to appease her, but in which he himself was by no means sanguine. It was one beautiful afternoon at the end of March that Juliana was seated by the open window of the cottage parlour, while her husband was smoking* his cigar in the garden. At every turn he passed by the casement, and bent upon her a fond look, at the same time bestowing some kind word. Having finished his cigar, he approached the house for the purpose of entering, but again lingered in front of the window to make some passing remark. By one of those movements which have no particular meaning, he took off his hat as he stood near the casement, and so powertul was the glow of the sun that it made his hair, which was of a dark colour, seem absolutely light in the golden beams which poured their effulgence upon his head. Juliana was just on the point of admonishing him not to expose himself too much to the fervid heat of the unclouded sun, when she noticed that he dropped his hat with a sudden start, and as Uf all in an instant thrown into some degree of excitement or confusion. But as quickly recovering his self-possession, he said to his wife, “I will rejoin you, dearest, in a few moments,” and then hastened away toward the farther extremity of the garden. | | Juliana thought there was something singular in this proceeding, and she at once issued from the cottage. On emerging into the garden, she beheld her husband entering the orchard, in company with a man whom she recognized as that labourer who on two previous occasions had sought relief. A gloom came over her countenance. She liked not the aspect of these circumstances, and from the shade of some trees she watched her husband and that individual as they passed slowly along in the orchard. She saw them stop short, and both gesticulated violently, so that she now wondered that the man should have the impertinence to assume so threatening an attitude in the presence of the count. A suspicion that there was something more in the repeated visits of this person than she had hitherto been led to believe; entered her mind, and this gave rise to other reflections, which were by no means calculated to relieve her from anxiety. Still she kept her eyes fixed upon her husband and his CORnNIEDOOKS (C(O)