The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE DISGUISED ONE 93 disguise, — nothing more complete than his transmogrifica- tion, so to speak. He wore the wig with frizzly curls which the Duke of Marchmont had given him; his countenance was stained duskily with the dye which he had obtained from the same source; he wore spectacles, and a large overhanging moustache concealed the malformation of his upper lip. In respect to apparel, the Burker had a very decent appearance, and he no longer retained the huge club which was wont to be his almost inseparable companion. In this disguise was it that Barney had dared to come up to London, and now for the first time he had penetrated into the grounds of the villa where Queen Indora dwelt. Little suspected the Oriental lady that she was in the close vicinage of one who harboured such evil designs toward her; little likewise did she imagine that the power of her beauty was at that instant exercising its influence over the soul of one of the greatest miscreants in all Christendom. And yet such was the case. The Burker — whose disposition was naturally of a brutal callousness, and who of all men in the world was the least susceptible of a sentiment that could in- terfere with any business that he had on hand — was now smitten with a feeling hitherto unknown. It appeared as if he had never rightly until this minute comprehended what female beauty was, but now he began to understand what was meant by regular and well-chiseled features, by eyes of splendid lustre, by nobly arching brows that gave intelli- gence and lofty frankness to the countenance, by the magnif- icent symmetry of shape, and by the blending of all that elegance, gracefulness, and dignity which combined to render Indora at once the fascinating and the queenlike woman she was. Yes, all this did the Burker begin to appreciate, and the brutal rufhanism of his nature was melting under the influence of that supernal loveliness which he was now sur- veying. Indeed, the Eastern lady appeared to him some- thing more than woman; she looked as if she were a goddess. There was something about her which not merely charmed, — it likewise overawed; and there was a moment when the miscreant almost felt as if he could rush forth from his ambush, throw himself at her feet, and implore her par- don. Indora passed away from the vicinage of the fountain, and as the Burker followed with his eyes her slowly retreating CORNICLOO© <S (C(O)