Penny Blood Serial Cover — page 52: what you’re looking at

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44 ALFRED DE ROSANN. It is scarcely necessary to inform the reader that these individuals were no other than the excellent- » hearted Mr. Clayton, and the lovely Eloise. A deep silence had ensued on their part the moment that the cavalcade issued from the gates of Bicétre ; and while the Gendarmes were occupied in arranging the ranks in which the squadron of criminals was formed, the weeping girl feebly waved her handker- chief to him who was the object of so much solicitude on her part, and on that of her companion. But Alfred either saw her not, or purposely hung down his head to avoid meeting her glances :, and when she noticed this, her tears fell the more abundantly. A quarter of an hour elapsed ere the procession was ready tg move on; and then, when many of the convicts turned round to bid farewell, as it were, to the prison behind them, De Rosann ventured to raise his eyes for an instant—they met those of Eloise and her uncle—and one expressive look proclaimed. how much her affectionate kindness was appreciated. That look spoke volumes—volumes of gratitude, of love, of sorrow, and yet of hope. Her lips moved _ —’twas a prayer to heaven that she offered for the welfare of the unhappy young man—and as the galley-slaves now began their doleful march, Mr. Clayton hurried his tender charge to-a carriage that waited near, and they were speedily far away from the walls of Bicétre. Meantime the chain moved onward, and soon left the sovereign city of Europe far behind. From the summit of a hill where the troop reposed for a mo- ment, that vast assemblage of edifices was seen stretch- ing over the wide plain on which it stands like the Babylon of ancient days, and its thousand towers ap- peared to mock the threatening sky. The rays of the sun, now falling on this hemisphere Jess languidly than when the convicts first began their march, gilded the lofty dome of the Hospital of the Invalids and made it glitter like a distant light-house on some tall rock. The dark and gloomy towers of Notre Dame, that Cconmmiclooolksseonn