The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 203: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XV ISABELLA AT VERNER HOUSE THE negress was transfixed with a perfect bewilderment on thus perceiving that our handsome young hero and that beautiful dark-eyed girl were so far from being strangers to each other that they must be either lovers or else brother and sister, but by the fond endearing words which the youth lavished upon the charming Isabella, the black woman was speedily convinced that the former suspicion was the correct one, — namely, that they were lovers. Isabella was dressed in deep mourning, which she wore for the death of her uncle the Earl of Lascelles, and though the animation of joy was now upon her countenance, and a kindred light was beaming in her swimming eyes, yet had Christian seen her when seated by herself just before she thus flew into his arms, he would with pain and sorrow have observed that she was pale and careworn. Oh, with what rapture did he strain her to his breast, and with what fond confiding love did the beauteous maiden receive and give back his caresses, and then cling to his arm, looking up with affectionate gratitude into his countenance as that of not only her lover, but her deliverer. ‘“ Dearest, dearest Isabella,’’ said Christian, ‘‘ you have now nothing more to fear; you will find yourself amongst friends beneath this roof where hitherto you have been in the power of enemies. Oh, we have much to say to each other! ”’ “Yes, much, much,’”’ murmured the charming girl, and Christian felt that she shuddered with a strong, spasmodic quivering of the form as she clung to his arm. ‘“ Oh, I have suffered deeply, deeply, since we parted, — not only here ”’ —and she glanced around the secret chamber (which, we 176 ECORMICLIOO KS (E(0)