The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 262: what you’re looking at

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THE DECISION 231 love that I bore you? Reflect upon all this. You yourself have taught me how weak and feeble is human nature, how poor the human heart. Can you not therefore make allow- ances for all that I felt and for all that I did on the occasion of which you have spoken? Besides, you should not judge me according to the severe rules by which you would estimate the conduct of a woman of your own native clime. No, no; it were too cruel. I am too much to be pitied — and you are too just.” | ‘‘ You possess, Indora, too fine an intelligence, and feelings too delicately susceptible,’ answered Redcliffe, ‘‘ to think that this last reason which you have urged is the best and most forceful of any which you have as yet advanced. Re- member that you are not altogether of Hindu extraction. Your father is a native prince, but your mother was a Georgian, and hence the comparative fairness of your com- plexion. But we must not argue longer on the subject. You now understand me, Indora, much better perhaps than ever you did before, and I on the other hand am willing to believe that you yourself regret that portion of your conduct which must be but too well calculated to inspire such re- morseful feeling. Therefore I appeal to your generosity, I appeal to that feminine delicacy which characterizes you, I appeal to all those good and virtuous principles which have rendered your life so stainless, — by all these I appeal that you will accept my decision as a final one, and this decision is, that we part now to meet no more.”’ The Princess Indora pressed her hand to her brow, and a faint, half-stifled shriek burst from her lips. The next moment, in a paroxysm of indescribable agony, she threw herself upon her knees, and extending her clasped hands toward Redcliffe, cried, in a frantic voice, ‘‘ You are killing -me! You are killing me!” ‘“‘ For Heaven’s sake give not thus way to your feelings! ”’ and he hastened to raise her up. It seemed as if she were about to faint; she clung to him, and her head drooped upon his breast. He was forced to sustain her, but he gently placed her upon the ottoman, and standing before her, he said, ‘‘ Indora, if you ever loved me, I beseech you to fulfil your promise and respect my decision! ”’ She had for a moment covered her countenance with her (EOAMICELNOVO KS (E(@)