The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 353: what you’re looking at

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306 REYNOLDS’ WORKS “You would be justified in entertaining a very evil opinion of me indeed,” quickly rejoined Juliana, “if you fancied that [I could still experience the feelings of a wife toward that man. No, sir, I hate and detest the villain who has deceived me. Husband indeed! Never can I think of him as such again, nor would the law hold me bound by ties contracted under circumstances so frightfully per- fidious.’’ “You are right, madam,’ answered Forester, his sym- pathies deepening on her behalf when he found her taking what he considered to be so proper a view of her position. “ You will not deem it idle flattery if 1 express my belief — from your appearance, your manners, and your discourse — that vou have been accustomed to move in a sphere very different from that in which you now find yourself? ” ‘‘T have indeed,” rejoined Juliana, mournfuily; and then she reflected for a few instants whether she should tell the English gentleman who she really was. She feared the possibility, 1f not the probability, of his having heard of that dreadful exposure which took place at Saxondale Castle, and which had been rapidly circulated at the time throughout the fashionable world of England. But, on the other hand, there was the chance that the incident had never reached his ears at all; and if she were to stop short here, giving no further explanations relative to herself, and naming not the family to which she belonged, he might naturally look with suspicion upon all the rest of her tale, and would be justified in supposing that she was playing some hypocritical part. “Yes,” she went on to observe, her mind being promptly made up to the alternative of frankness at any risk, “I did . indeed move in a different sphere. Perhaps the name of Saxondale is not uniamiliar to you.” “Unfamiliar!” cried Forester, with renewed amazement. “Tt is that of an English nobleman — ” ‘“ Whose sister | am,’’ added Juliana. ‘‘ Once the Honour- able Miss Farefeld — now a bandit’s wife! ”’ ‘““ Good heavens! and you were Miss Farefield?’’ exclaimed Forester. ‘‘ But you are Miss Farefield still, for, as you ere now rightly observed, the law cannot possibly sanction a marriage into which you were so treacherously inveigled. Madame,” he continued, in a hurried tone, for he was much CONNIE OO KS (E(0)