The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 89: what you’re looking at

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70 REYNOLDS’ WORKS And that name, when spoken by his lips, thrilled with galvanic effect through her entire form. Never had she thought that her own name was beautiful until she had first heard it pronounced by his tongue. And his voice, too, had all those melting cadences, all that clouded harmony of sadness, which is so perfectly but dangerously calculated to stir up the tenderest emotions of the soul. ‘‘ Kliza,”’ he repeated, after a long pause, during which he had gazed on her with mingled rapture and despair, ‘ at length we are alone together.”’ ‘‘ And we ought not to be alone together,’ she answered, in a voice which would have been inaudible were it not for its natural clearness, and now her cheeks were suddenly man- tled in blushes. ‘‘ Wherefore should we not be alone?’”’ asked Bertram, bitterly. ‘* Is it that your conscience tells you I have come as an accuser, and that you are afraid to look your accuser in the face? ”’ ‘“ No, Mr. Vivian,’’ said the duchess, proudly, as she raised her eyes and fixed them on him for a few moments; then they were suddenly bent downward again, and the pearly tears gushed forth. ‘I see,’ she added, again in a voice scarcely audible, “‘ that you believe me guilty of the foulest, vilest, most dishonourable perfidy. But it was not so— No, Bertram, it was not so.” “What, Eliza?’ he ejaculated, in amazement. ‘‘ What is this that I hear?’ Then the next moment he added, with scornful bitterness, ‘‘ But, you are heaping insult upon injury to treat me as a poor credulous fool.’’ ‘“ Bertram,’’ answered the duchess, in a voice that was low but clear, and again raising her eyes toward his coun- tenance, on which she gazed with the steadiness of innocence in her looks, ‘‘as I have a soul to be saved, as there is an Almighty who hears my words now, and will punish me hereafter if I wilfully deceive you, I was not euiltye Tuy ‘ Eliza,” said Bertram, suddenly seized with the wild ex- citement of rage, fury, and indignation, and again his eyes flashed forth unnatural fires, ‘‘ if you were deceived, male- dictions, ten thousand, thousand maledictions upon the heads of those — ”’ ‘““ Cease! ’’ almost shrieked forth the horrified duchess, her Gomicbooks (E(0)