The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 265: what you’re looking at

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238 REYNOLDS’ WORKS length turned again toward him, he gave a sudden start in evident apprehension that this terrible conflict of words and - feelings was to be renewed. ‘“We have said enough for the present,’’ observed the countess, in a voice of such cold monotony that it afforded not the slightest indication to whatsoever might be passing in her mind. ‘ Let us separate for a few hours, — to rest, if we can, — but at all events let us separate. We shall find an opportunity of speaking to each other again; it must be soon. We will make up our minds how to act, and perhaps — perhaps,” she added, her accents now becoming tremulous, and her features relaxing from their rigidity, ‘“‘ perhaps, Adolphus, we must make mutual concessions, so that we may have a due regard for all that has taken place between us, and for all that we may now best do in the interest of us both.” ‘‘ Ethel, dear Ethel,’ exclaimed the young earl, scarcely believing his own senses, ‘‘ you are becoming yourself again. Heaven be thanked that you now speak thus ration- ally.” ‘‘ Let us separate, Adolphus,” she said, in a still milder tone than that in which she had just spoken, “‘ and it may be that when the storm of excitement is completely passed, and our senses are rescued from the consternation and bewilder- ment in which they have been lately plunged, we may yet show each other that we are not utterly selfish.”’ In the exuberance of the hopeful feelings thus suddenly conjured up in the soul of Adolphus, he seized the hand of the countess and pressed it to his lips. She snatched it away, but not with any particular violence, and the next instant hurried from the room. It was about an hour afterward that the messenger came from the station-house to fetch Mr. Slater to receive the con- fession of Makepeace; and as neither Adolphus nor Ethel knew that he was thus summoned, — for in their respective chambers they heard not the ringing of the gate bell, —the lawyer bade the domestic who had risen to answer that sum- mons forbear from disturbing his master and the countess, as they must have need of rest. On his return to the mansion, the solicitor sought his couch again; but when he arose at about eight in the morning, it was to receive the intelligence that the murderer had committed suicide in his cell. Then CORNICLIOOKS (E(0)