The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 168: what you’re looking at

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THE TRIBUNAL 147 “Yes, most gracious madam,” replied the duchess, anx- iously, and full of suspense, “ all this I remember well. But was not that other to whom your Majesty alluded at the time, was it not Sagoonah? ”’ “No,” rejoined Indora. ‘‘ That other to whom I alluded, and on behalf of whom I so emphatically expressed a reserva- tion, that other for whom indeed I had no power to speak, but for whom, on the contrary, I was myself working, that other, lady,’’ — and after a few moments’ Grn Indora added, “ that other was Lord Clandon.” The countenance of the duchess, already pelalatiuts pale, now became ghastly white, and she seemed as if she were about to faint. Horrible suspicions, frightful misgivings, had evidently smitten the unfortunate lady, even to the extent of almost overpowering, crushing, and prostrating her ut- terly, — those same suspicions and those misgivings to which she had already alluded as having haunted her fancy when. listening to the ravings of her husband in the delirium of his fever. Queen Indora had purposely mentioned the name of Lord Clandon in order to prepare the duchess somewhat for the terrible dénouement of all the proceedings which were now in progress, and yet it wrung the heart of the generous queen to be compelled thus to shock, harrow, and appal the soul of a lady who was already unfortunate enough, whose affliction was already so great, and who was so completely innocent in respect to every one of the misdeeds that were this night to be charged against her husband. , ‘I beseech you, lady,” said Indora, now rising from her seat in order to put an end to the interview, ‘‘ to summon all your fortitude to your aid, and to take refuge in the resig- nation taught by the sublime truths of that Christianity in: which I believe as well as your Grace. Whatsoever is now progressing must be accomplished, as if it were the irresistible progress of destiny itself. It is no persecution devised against your peace,— Heaven forbid! Certain circum- stances are engendered by the misdeeds of men, and, alas! it too often happens in this world that innocent beings be- come the victims thereof. So it may be now. What is right must be asserted, and whatsoever is wrong must be proclaimed. Again I say, Duchess of Marchmont, summon | all your fortitude to your aid; and it were ungenerous, it GOMIIGdoOG Ss) (S©)