The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 328: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXV THE FLIGHT JULIANA was now alone in the parlour, whence her brother- in-law and sister had just issued forth, and most lonely indeed did she feel. Her heart experienced a desolation such as it had scarcely ever known before, — no, not even when her exposure was effected by Mr. Hawkshaw at Saxondale Castle, nor again when she beheld all her cunningly devised plans in respect to the Viscount de Chateauneuf shattered to pieces. It was true, she thought to herself, that she had not married an impostor in rank, but she had espoused a beggar with regard to purse, and her prospects seemed sloomy indeed. Suddenly she bethought herself that she had not ascer- tained from her husband how much money he had on this occasion brought back with him from Spain, and she ascended for this purpose to the chamber where he had lain down to rest. She was in one of those moods when it was little likely she would trouble herself about disturbing him in the midst of slumber, and she entered abruptly, without any precau- tion. He was not asleep, and rising up, sat on the bed, surveying her for a few moments with a peculiar look. He at once saw that there was a considerable change in her manner toward him, and for an instant an expression of uneasiness flitted over his features; but quickly com- posing them again, he said, ‘‘ Have they taken their de- parture? ”’ ~ They have,” responded Juliana. ‘ Will you have the goodness to inform me what amount you have brought with you from the other side of the Pyrenees? For methinks that therein consists our entire fortune.”’ " I have some twenty-five thousand francs,” replied the dll Gomicdoo cS (FO)