The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 306: what you’re looking at

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MATRIMONIAL STORMS 213 did his ferocious looks of that diabolic thirst for vengeance which wrung his soul as with a strong continuous agony. Even the Earl of Curzon, who was himself prepared for the consummation of a fearful revenge, gazed with mingled awe and terror upon that young man whose handsome person suddenly became hideous in feature and quivering in every limb, as if shaken by the convulsive throes of some devil that had entered into him. ‘“Yes,’’ said the nobleman, recovering himself, and even catching the infection of Theodore’s utter implacability, ‘““my vengeance shall be terrible. But if it be necessary to obtain that letter which you saw in Emmerson’s desk — ”’ ‘Then you shall have it,” returned Varian, “‘ and anything else you require and that I can do for you shall be done, provided you promise me that the miscreant Emmerson shall receive at your hands no more mercy than Satan will bestow upon the soul which he has purchased as his own.”’’ ‘““Stay one moment,” said the earl, as Varian was hurry- ing to the door. ‘‘ You promise to serve me upon one con- dition, and that condition I solemnly undertake to fulfil. But let us join our vengeances, let us unite our forces, so as to strike whomsoever and wheresoever retribution ought to be inflicted.” ‘ Be it so, my lord, be it so,’”’ exclaimed Varian, labouring under a strong excitement. “It is a compact: we will make common cause together, and so long as utter, immiti- gable ruin, consummate destruction, shall overtake that monster Emmerson, the man who has deprived me of my good name, who has made me hate myself, who has stamped me with the infamy of Newgate, and who, more than all that, sought to ruin my poor sister and to make me her brother, the author of that crowning turpitude, so long, I say, as utter ruin shall overtake this man, I am content. Speak then, my lord,’’ added Theodore, in a more collected tone, “‘ and tell me what else you have in view.” “Young man,” said the Earl of Curzon clutching Theo- dore forcibly by the arm, and holding it tight and serried as if in an iron vise, ““ you know what wrongs are, for you have experienced them, you know what a sense of dis- honour is, for you smart under it, you know what a thirst for vengeance is, because your own is insatiable. Conceive, then, what must be my feelings toward any and all who have Gomichboo cS (C(O)