The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 310: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVIII TERRIBLE AND STRANGE REVELATIONS WE must now return to Mr. Page, whom we shall find seated at the breakfast-table with his bride, at their lodgings in Southwark, the morning after the wedding-day. Julia was dressed in a new stuff gown, and wore a neat cap, had her hair nicely arranged, and altogether appeared rather attractive, as she did the honours of the morning meal to her husband. Upon this individual’s countenance there was an expres- sion of satisfaction which indicated that he was very far from repenting of his matrimonial bargain; and as he drank his chocolate and discussed his eggs and buttered toast, there seemed to be an air of domestic comfort about him, proving how readily he had cast off his bachelor habits and assumed those of a man who enjoys his own fireside. When breakfast was over, and the servant-girl of the house had cleared away the things, Mr. Page drew his chair closer to his wife; and producing the pocketbook from the bosom of his dressing-gown, he said, with a cunning smile, ““T suppose you know this, Julia? ” “Yes, it belonged to my father,” she replied. “I have often seen him poring over the papers it contains, and he has read most of them to me a great many times.” “Then you know all about the matters they refer to?” remarked Page, interrogatively. “Most of them, no doubt,” returned the young woman. “ But how came you by the pocketbook? ” “Your father gave it to me in his dying moments. He could barely gasp forth a few words,” continued Page, “and those were scarcely intelligible. Let me see— I think I ean recollect them exactly. He said, ‘'Take that 275 (C(O) ail Doo (C(O)