The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 370: what you’re looking at

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TUE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 861 TF ' as At eleven o’clock on that forenoon s loud double knock and a ring at the front door resounded through the house. Pauline hastened to the win- dow of the front parlour and peeped from behind the curtain in a manner denoting the most acute anxiety and suspense: but when she observed that there was no carriage at the door and that the arrival was a lady on foot, she heaved a profound sigh—turned away from the casement—and reseat- ing herself on the sofa, fell into a train of gloomy reflections, glimpee of her features: but, no~—the thick black veil was still so folded as to render it impossible for him to gratify his curiceity. Nevertheless, as his grace of ou an proportion which had struck him on the iewel bootie of her visit; and a straggling curl, escaping from: beneath the veil and lying on the sloping shoulder, showed |. that her hair was of a rich dark, glossy brown. Mr. Clarendon placed a chair for her acoommoda- tion, and then resunting his own seat, observed, “ You But upon Mr. Clarendon that knock and ring | saw my advertisement in this morning’s 7imes produced the startling influence of galvanism ; and bounding from his chair, he stood in trembling ex- pectation of beholding the mysterious being whom he had adjared to appear. Nor was he disappointed: for in a few moments the veiled lady stood before him. Penetrating and piercing was the glanc\ which “Otherwise I should not be here,” promptly answered the lady, in that musical voice which nature never meant to waft any other language than that of love, and peace, and gaidfy. “You have pondered well upon the discourse which took place between us last Tuesday week ?” “I have,” returned Mr. Clarendon, “ Pray come be threg apon ber, im order, if possible, to o®tain aj to ‘the point at once—be explicit—And relieve ra apne ee comicbooks.conn —_—