The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 185: what you’re looking at

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164 REYNOLDS’ WORKS his beloved master from the assassin blow, or else to punish him who dealt it, had torn off a piece of the paar: worn at the time by that assassin? ”’ “All this I recollect, madam,”’ replied Travers. ‘Enough! enough! , wildly janilnved Marchmont, and his eyes glared in their cavernous sockets. ‘‘ Why revive the horrors of that night? Oh, madam, who are you that you have come as an avengeress? ”’ ‘“T am here to proclaim innocence and to expose guilt,’’ was the solemn answer which the queen gave in interruption of the duke’s wild speech. ‘“‘ Travers, reply to me, — reply to me now as truthfully as you have previously made the confession. From whose garment was that piece rent off which the faithful dog bore in its mouth? ”’ ‘‘ Tt was his,’’ responded Travers, and he pointed to March- mont. Hollow and dreadful was the moan which came slowly forth from the lips of the criminal; a dizziness spread itself before his vision, and he would probably have fainted had not Queen Indora suddenly laid her hand lightly upon his arm, saying, ‘‘ Come with me.” She opened an inner door, and Marchmont followed her. Another room was entered. This also was unchanged as to its usual appointments, and lights were burning there. Christian and Christina Ashton rose from their seats as the queen entered. They were both very pale with suspense, for they knew that something was to happen which inti- mately regarded themselves, though they were utterly unconscious of what this might be. The duke did not appear to take particular notice of them; his energies were again palsied, he again felt as if he were walking in a dream. The queen closed the door of this room into which Army- tage had not followed herself and Marchmont, and without an instant’s delay, she snatched up an object which lay in a recess. This object gleamed bright across the vision of the wretched nobleman, and a cry of horror burst from his lips as he recognized it. It was a dagger, — that same dagger which has before been so often mentioned in the pages of our narrative. ‘‘ Behold,’ exclaimed Indora, as she raised the weapon in her right arm, while her form appeared to dilate, and her countenance assumed the expression of an avenging goddess, Gomiuicboc gs) (E(0)