The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 340: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVI THE BANDITTI’S TOWER WuHeEN Juliana came back to consciousness, she found herself stretched upon a bed in a poorly furnished apartment. Two of the women whom she had already seen were bending over her, administering restoratives; her husband, standing at the foot of the curtainless couch, was gazing upon her. She seemed to be awaking from a hideous dream. Wildly her looks were flung around, as if to acquire evidences that she dreamed no longer; then, as the sickening, horrifying conviction swept in upon her soul that everything she fancied was indeed but too terribly true, she closed her eyes again, as if to shut out whatsoever objects made her thus keenly alive to her fearful position. Slowly, however, she opened those orbs once more, and in mute consternation, under the in- fluence of an awful numbing dismay, she looked slowly around. The one small window was deeply set in the thick masonry of the chamber, and had no drapery. A rude table, a few chairs, a rug upon the floor, the bed she lay on, and some other trifling articles of furniture, constituted the appoint- ments of the room in which the brilltant Juliana, who at Saxondale House had slept upon down, and beneath a canopy of velvet, with draperies of satin and muslin, now found her- self. The two women who ministered unto her were ex- ceedingly handsome, and with their picturesque apparel, and the profusion of jewelry which decorated their persons, they seemed far superior to the wretchedness of their abode. Her husband, as already stated, was standing at the foot of the bed, watching with an outward air of calmness the effect which would be produced in his wife by this awakening to the consciousness of her position. His arms were folded O20 CONNIE DOOKS (C(O)