The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 109: what you’re looking at

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92 REYNOLDS’ WORKS you! It is impossible that one so good and generous should be abandoned by Heaven. Ah, what balm has your words poured into my heart! I shall now welcome death, for I have received your pardon. The poison is circulating in my blood, I feel it, oh, I feel it! A film comes over my eyes. Place — place me upon the sofa.”’ The dying ayah’s wish was at once complied with. Again she took the hand of her mistress and pressed it to her lips. From those lips the vermilion, habitually so vivid, was dying away, and the brilliant lustre of her eyes was yielding to the glaze of death. ‘‘ Will you pray, Sagoonah? ”’ asked the queen; and kneel- ing down by the side of the sofa, she began reciting a prayer in her own native language. The twins stood by, looking on with feelings of indescrib- able awe, Christina clinging to her brother, and he sustaining her with his arm thrown around her waist. For some minutes Sagoonah continued to repeat the prayer which the queen was uttering, but the voice of the ayah gradually grew lower and feebler, until it sank altogether. The guilty but penitent Sagoonah was no more! CORNIELOOKS (E()