The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 193: what you’re looking at

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168 REYNOLDS’ WORKS you drove your bargain with him who then bore the title of Duke of Marchmont, every syllable that passed between you was heard by Bertram Vivian, and it was his appear- ance at the casement behind the chair in which you were seated that produced so tremendous an effect upon that criminal. To you, however, Mr. Stanhope, I need say no more, unless it be to repeat my earnest hope that all you have this night witnessed may have its salutary influence upon you. From these things learn that though wickedness may prosper for a time, yet that in the end this prosperity is certain to turn into the bitterest adversity.” The queen paused for a few moments, while Wilson Stan- hope, hanging down his head, seemed to experience all the effect which her impressive words were intended to convey. ‘‘ Amy Sutton,’’ resumed the queen, now addressing this young woman in a kind and compassionating tone, “ you have been rendered the victim of a villain, and if your soul has cherished a poignant feeling of vengeance against him it is impossible to blame you. You have now witnessed his downfall, and that feeling must be thereby appeased. In this native land of yours it is scarcely probable that you could henceforth experience happiness. In short a time I shall return to my own country, and I propose that you should follow me thither. I offer you about my own person a situa- tion of confidence and emolument, and your welfare shall be in my charge. Your sister may accompany you if you desire it, and if you think that by removing her from the scene of those temptations which have proved fatal to her honour she will be led to repentance and to a better course of life. To my person, however, she cannot be attached, but when I reach the capital city of my own kingdom, I will place her in some position that may afford her the op- portunity of eating the bread of honest industry. The frail and erring Marion was yesterday removed from the house in which she has been dwelling in dishonour, and she is now the occupant of a humbler home, where you may join her until the period for my departure to my own native clime shall arrive.”’ Amy Sutton threw herself at the feet of Queen Indora, whose hand she pressed in gratitude to her lips, and she thankfully accepted all the propositions which had just been made. GOMmicsooks (E()