The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 174: what you’re looking at

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THE WITNESSES 153 now about to experience a terrible revival in your memory, even if that memory could ever have lost sight of them while conscience fed the eternal lamp which sheds its light in the desecrated sanctuary of your soul. As a train of spectres passes through the diseased imagination, so shall your iniqui- ties, as well as their accomplices, their agents, or their vic- tims, be presented in vivid reality to your view. First let me speak of that amiable and excellent wife of yours, the loving and affectionate Lavinia, whom by the basest of conspiracies you sought to brand with a charge as infamous as it was false, and to sully her purity in order that you might obtain a ground for her repudiation. This, which was the lightest of your misdeeds, would for any other man be crushing and overwhelming. And next I will speak to you of your black turpitude toward a young woman whose charac- ter was her only fortune, and against whom, by aid of opiate drugs, you perpetrated the foulest and most infamous out- rage. Behold, she is here,— she who is alike a witness ready to testify of your black designs against your wife, and of your dark, satanic villainy against herself! ”’ Thus speaking, Indora pointed toward the veiled female who sat upon her right hand; the veil was thrown off, and the countenance of Amy Sutton was revealed.: Looks of malignant hatred and fiendlike revenge were those which this injured young woman bent upon the Duke of March- mont, and he recoiled in horror therefrom, — not so much because the looks themselves touched a remorseful chord in his conscience, as because it struck him that the victim of his lust was there to gloat over his final undoing and utter fall. ‘And now I would address you as a man,” continued Queen Indora, ‘‘ who endeavoured to suborn others to the execution of your villainous purposes, — as one who lavished gold by thousands to induce a needy spendthrift to wield the bravo’s dagger against my own life. Here is a deed which, if proclaimed to the world, would bring you before a tribunal constituted on a basis different from this one. There sits the man who can testify how he was thus suborned, and who on &@ previous occasion had lent his aid in your diabolical ma- chinations against your own wife.’ While giving utterance to this last sentence, Queen Indora’s | extended arm pointed toward the masked individual who GOMIIGDOG SS) (©)