The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 114: what you’re looking at

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MADAME ANGELIQUE AGAIN 97 was ‘ Accidental death,’ or something of that sort, and that’s all I know of the business.’’ Mr. Shadbolt now took his departure, and the moment he was gone the pretty maid servant entered to complain to her mistress of the man’s rude behaviour every time he visited the house. Madame Angelique was deeply indignant, for she had sought, as the reader has seen, to appear as ‘‘ a saint’ in her neighbourhood. She did not therefore like to have the discredit of receiving such an immoral person as the said Isaac Shadbolt at her house. She promised her parlour-maid to put a stop to his improprieties, and the girl was contented. Madame Angelique was more than half-inclined to believe that Mr. Shadbolt had swindled her out of the two hundred guineas which he had alleged to be for the purpose of feeing Mr. Coleman, and the intelligence she had just received from her well-looking domestic aggravated her ill-feeling against Shadbolt. She inwardly anathema- tized the necessity of countenancing the visits of such an individual, and her thoughts being agitated, she went forth to cool her brain with the fresh air of the garden. Madame Angelique was by no means astonished that the arrest of Lord Clandon should have produced such a powerful effect upon the Duke of Marchmont, for it will be remembered that his Grace had made certain unconscious revelations when he was at the ex-milliner’s villa, after having experienced serious ill-treatment at the hands of the Burker. The Frenchwoman was glad that Sagoonah had passed out of this world, for she had ever trembled lest an investigation into the source of the murderous attack, which had been by mistake made upon the ayah, should lead to the exposure of antecedent circumstances, and thereby perilously drag in the name of Madame Angelique herself. But still, though that one cause of apprehension appeared to have been removed, the Frenchwoman was far from being tranquil in her mind. She believed that the tangled web which the Duke of Marchmont had woven might now probably be closing in around himself, and she had been so mixed up with many of his schemes and proj- ects, — though at the time unconscious of how far she was being used as a mere instrument, and to what special aims his machinations were directed, — she trembled lest GOMmiiGcdoc SS) (©)