The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 351: what you’re looking at

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320 REYNOLDS’ WORKS ‘And yet the duchess herself patronized her at one time,’”’ observed our hero. “Yes, but in total ignorance of the real character of that house,’ rejoined Amy; “‘ and in the same manner Madame Angelique has had many lady customers who knew not the vile nature of the woman whom they thus patronized. But as I was telling you, Marion betook herself to that abode of fashionable infamy, where she dwelt for a short time. There she occasionally met Marchmont, and he, little suspecting that she was my sister, made overtures, which of course she invariably rejected. She left that house the day before yesterday. I have received a letter from her this morinng; she tells me that she is now under the protection of a man whose name was at once familiar to me, and will be familiar enough to you. I mean Wilson Stanhope.” “The villain!’’ ejaculated Christian. ‘‘I have more reasons than one for loathing and abhorring that unprinci- pled man. He grossly insulted my sister, he lent himself, as you are aware, to the iniquitous designs of the Duke of Marchmont, and he insulted one likewise,’’ added our hero, thinking of his well-beloved Isabella, ‘‘ who is as dear to me as that affectionate and cherished sister to whom I have just alluded.” “Yes, Marion,” continued Amy, ‘“ is now under the pro- tection of that man, and singular enough 1s it that through the Duke of Marchmont’s agency this change in her circum- stances has been brought about. I am as yet unacquainted with all the particulars. Marion had not time to describe them yesterday; she will write to me again to-day, and to-morrow I shall know all.” ‘But is it possible,’ exclaimed Christian, shocked at the impression which Amy’s statement had just left upon his mind, ‘‘ that your sister can accept boons at the hands of him who has done such foul wrong unto yourself? ”’ Amy Sutton did not immediately answer our hero’s question, but she looked at him hard in the face with a peculiar expression, and then said, ‘‘ The unfortunate Marion is not so deeply depraved, nor so lost to every good feeling, that she is indifferent enough to her sister’s wrongs as to accept favours from the author of them. No, Mr. Ashton. She will succour me in the pursuance of my re- ECORNICIOOKS m