The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 266: what you’re looking at

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THE DECISION 235 ‘‘ Rise, Indora, rise. This suppliant posture must not be assumed to me.” ‘ But you have given me hope — I am no longer miserable. I am happy, — oh, I am joyously happy!’ and she sprang up to her feet, her magnificent countenance radiant with the altered feelings that were thus suddenly excited in her soul. ‘“‘ Cherish that hope if you will, Indora,”’ said the English- man; “ cherish it if it will make you happy, and I swear to you that if circumstances permit, it shall be fulfilled. But until that time, think not to behold me again.” “Oh, I can endure separation so long as there is hope,” exclaimed the princess, in a tone of gushing enthusiasm. ‘‘T have waited so long to receive from your lips a single syllable of hope that I can wait longer yet for that hope’s realization. But tell me, — you say when the time shall come — are you confident that it will come sooner or later? ”’ “Yes, it will come,’ answered Redcliffe; ‘it will come, rest assured, or there would be no justice in heaven itself.” With these words he abruptly quitted the room, and Indora, sinking upon the ottoman, almost overcome with the joyousness of her feelings, murmured to herself, ‘‘ There is hope. There is hope.” Notwithstanding the violent agitation which Clement Redcliffe had experienced toward the close of this interview, the instant the door of the drawing-room shut behind him, he regained his habitual air of mournful gravity, so that it would have been impossible for any observer to gather from his looks a single scintillation of what had been passing. He descended the staircase, and found Sagoonah waiting in the hall to afford him egress. He put on his cloak, took up his hat, and was turning toward the door with an abrupt- ness of movement which he often unconsciously displayed, when again he caught the eyes of the Hindu woman fixed upon him with the strange burning brightness of their re- gards. He stopped short instinctively; those eyes were instantaneously veiled by their long jetty fringes, the in- tenseness of the spell which had for a moment riveted him was thus as suddenly withdrawn, and in silence he hurried forth from Shrubbery Villa. But as he sped along the by- lane leading to the main road, he again felt as if he were under the incomprehensible spell-like influence of Sagoonah’s haunting eyes. com (@) Dooks (E(O)