The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 279: what you’re looking at

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hing. On the following morning there were all kinds of rumours current throughout the castle. Some of late hour, way lying on the ether side of the Trent, had seen lights, froen one of the chapel-wiadows as as from the casements of the chamber next to that chapel. Some portion of the domestics, who were not inclined to superstitious beliefs, put no faith in these statementa: but the great majo- rity—of courses including those who had seen the lighte—were firmly convinced that the western exile of the castle wae haunted. When Juliana heard all these things, she mniled contemptaocusly : for she was no believer im the su- pernatural. But Lady Saxondale treated the matter in a more serious way,—indignantly rebuking the servante for what she was pleased to term “ their | i silly fears.” She could indeed well afford to do this, as she had no difficulty in explaming the mystety of the lights whieh had been seen glimmering from the passage, the chapel, and the tapestry-room on the western side of the castle. anuuziatg « CHAPTER LVL 2UB BLOPEMENT. Ws must now retern to Constance Farefield, whom we left at the moment she fled so precipitately, closely followed by the faithfsl Mary-Anne. In pursuance of the rapiily-whisperédd instructions given by hee sister Juliana, she turned into the next waiting, with hurried wofds of exdearment were uttered by both, as he caught her hand and assisted her into the ve- hielo, He made Mary-Ane enter next: then, having given his orders to the driver, he himedif marriage was te be solemmnised for the satisfaction of her ows ecruples, che was struck by sormething like @ presentiment of evil: for she recaileeted that is Paris, we shall away to Madrid; and many, many years may elapee ere we ecek the English shores Now the young maeiden’s tears began to fal) fest. She was reassured as to her transient alarm that their ; " seme ob- the prospect of a long, long absense from the land of hee birth and the sister whom she loved sp weil ! hed she any tears for her mother, smarting as she still was under the keen sense of Lady Sazondale's harsh conduct: but towards Juliana her mental looks were reverted with mingled longings and re- grets. The Marquis of Villebelle understood the meaning of those teérs; and fondly did he kiss them away frem the demask cheeks down which they were flowing~eo that Conetanes once more threw her atms about his neck, murmaring, “ Pardon this transitory weakness! It is not that I repent COMNMIC NOOK CO