The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 380: what you’re looking at

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THE VILLA AT GENEVA 347 arbour of roses her countenance caught the last beams of the setting sun, its expression was that of a languor so softly sensuous, so bewitchingly wanton, that Malpas was en- couraged to seek the crowning bliss then and there. But as he thus sought to make her entirely his Own, a scintillation of prudence flashed up in Emma’s mind, even amidst the delicious agitation of those desires which were well-nigh indomitable, and suddenly recollecting that this was the hour when the princess and the ladies of her suite were wont to walk in the gardens, she so far resisted the present daring endeavours of the colonel as to promise that if he would leave her now he should receive admission to her chamber at a later hour when night drew her veil upon the scene. Then, in low, soft whispers, interrupted by frequent kisses, both given and received, did Emma explain to her lover how he was to proceed between eleven and twelve that night in order to gain her room without fear of obser- vation. They then separated, Colonel Malpas once more scaling the wall of the enclosure, and Emma Owen taking two or three turns up and down a secluded gravel walk, in order to regain her composure ere she joined the princess and her suite in their evening stroll through the gardens. Cconniclooolks (C(O)