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ELLEN PERCY; OB, THE MEMOIRS OF AN ACTRESS. i \ (iy i fy / / // i // A // / i) Wh I) } x / aN AY fi y (( Ssh “z Ys A N \ i\\\ \\\ —= Y) \ yo SS Cs ed Se SSS — oe - sae 4s ff MARY GLENTWORTH. may be termed a desperate resignation, merely bowed distantly and somewhat haughtily to Mrs. Norman and Juliet: but towards me there was & momentary display of a humbler courtesy. Juliet, upon perceiving the air which he adopted, instantaneously threw off the nervous- ness which had before possessed her; and she assumed a look of dignified composure,—which however had nothing of petty defiance or mean- spirited triumph in it. It was exactly the demeanour which in existing circumstances she could best assume, or rather arm herself with. “ My lord,” said my father, at length regaining his self-possession and breaking silence, “ I leaye it to your good taste and gentlemanly feeling to determine whether it shall be with the air of a martyr that you will conduct this young lady into the presence of the clergyman?—or whether you will not, no matter what your own feelings may be, at least throw such a gloss over the proceeding No. 41.—ELLEN PrERcy. <— + ee = eer He had | that the minister shall not go hence to proclaim amongst his friends how singular a bridal he was called upon to celebrate ?” “And I, my lord,’ I said, “unite with my father in making a similar remonstrance—or if you like it best, we will term it an appeal to your feelings as a gentleman.” “Ob, if it be necessary that I shall play the part of the happy bridegroom,” exclaimed Lord Frederick, with an hysterical laugh, “ let it be so! Juliet, my dear girl, [am prepared to lead you whithersoever it is necessary tu go that you may become indissolubly mine.” Juliet became ashy pale ; and as she bit her lips to keep down an explosion of haughtiest indigna- tion at this cruel banter, her white teeth literally gleamed, and her bosom swelled as if i¢ were about to burst from the prisonage of its corset. Then all in an instant the blood rushed to her cheeks, and a tear started forth from each eye. 32] (COMAUC 6)(6\(0) Com <S a