The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 100: what you’re looking at

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REMORSE 83 the streets of London, experiencing an awful solitude in the midst of that crowded metropolis, feeling that she was a wretch to whom death would be welcome. But that death, how could she meet it? by what means was she to en- counter it? : In the agony of her remorse she resolved to return to the villa. Yes, to this her mind was suddenly made up. She thought that it would be an atonement if she were to fling herself at the feet of her mistress, and confess everything, — although whatsoever she had to confess she knew had been principally revealed during her ravings on the bed of sickness. But all her thoughts were morbid; her mind had utterly lost its wholesome strength, and it was now preoccupied with the idea that there would be atonement in the project she had formed. Oh, if she could only obtain the forgiveness of her mistress, it would be some balm to her heart, and she might at least die less miserably than she otherwise would. And thus she proceeded toward the villa. But it was no longer with the hurried step of excitement that Sagoonah bent her way; worn down by fatigue and by mental suffering, she dragged herself along painfully. The lithe bayadere form was not now drawn up to its full height, the well-shaped feet no longer pressed the ground with elastic tread. It was asa miserable wretch, with the cares of a universe upon her shoulders, pressing like an intolerable weight, that the an- guished Sagoonah was now making her painful way. Meanwhile the faithful Mark, having taken a cab on leav- ing the police office, had reached the villa. Queen Indora was anxiously awaiting his return, for she had a presentiment, ay, even a certainty of evil. Indeed it was but too evident that Sagoonah had been playing a darkly treacherous game, and that she meditated some additional perfidy. It will be remembered that immediately after the ayah had received her wound from the Burker’s weapon, Lord Clandon and In- dora, in a consultation together, had come to the conclusion that the one tremendous secret relating to himself had been fathomed by Sagoonah, and hence those porings over the Times of which Christina Ashton had given them information. Now, therefore, the queen dreaded lest Sagoonah, in her jealous vindictiveness, should betray Lord Clandon’s secret, and she had written a note to put him on his guard, — that note which, as we have seen, Mark was unable to deliver ere GOMiiGdoGc SS) (SO)