Penny Dreadfuls, 1850 · page 150 of 397
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ees THE MYATRRIRR OF THE COURT. fast outside he front-door in the dusk of the garden, ‘was so partial and #0 brief. But as if mspired by a panic-terror, the young lady flew away from the spot where it would have seemed pollution and contamination now to lin- gor; and she relaxed not her speed until, ex- hausted end breathless, she had regained the car- riage-road inside the Regent’s Park. Then, finding that sabe was not pursued, she flung hervelf on a bench and gave way to the violence of her grief. That flood of tears relieved her so far that sho mow became capable of deliberate reflection; and wiping her eyes, she said aloud, “This weakness is unworthy of me. What! I bestowed my heart’s and sincerest affection upon one who is the un- worthiest, the moet deceitful, as well as the most profligate of men! Good heavens, is it possible that s0 much perfidy and wickedness cunld be con- eentrated in one so young and apparently so inge- eaves P Ah! rude indced are the teachings of this BO. 18.—THIED SEELES day—bittor the experiences which within a fow brief hours have shed their light upon my soul! I am older by many years in knowledge of the world, than I was when I rose from my couch this morning. But enough of these reflections. Let me behave with becoming fortitude—let me stifle this affection in my heart—let me banish his image from my mind !' ye Then, as if to outstrip her harrowing thoughts Lady Florina rose from the seat and began walking hurriedly along the road through the Park; and though she felt her heart swelling as if it were about to break, and though the tears kept flowing afresh from her eyes, yet she struggied with all her strength to subdue another outburst of the grief that was thus convulsing her. Her dream of love was over —a aad and terrible change had taken place in her mind—the world’s roses were all withered to her view —earth’s choicest flowers were scattered, blighted and dead, in her pathway —existence stretched before comicbooks.com