The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 196: what you’re looking at

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170 THE COURT OF LONDON observed the magistrate, glancing significantly at the paper, “and I accordingly act in compliance with your wishes.”’ Then, without any further hesitation, he handed the slip to the Honourable Arthur Eaton, who appeared perfectly wonder-stricken by its contents. The colour went and came with extraordinary rapidity upon his cheeks, and when he endeavoured to speak, his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth. At length he found words to express his feelings, and, starting from his seat, he exclaimed, ‘‘ I protest with indignation — ”’ ‘‘ Silence, sir! The case is adjourned; clear the court! ” cried the magistrate. “Clear the court! ’’ shouted the usher; and the half-dozen constables and runners lurking about began to bundle the spectators out of the place, so that the din thus created entirely drowned the words of Arthur Eaton, who was continuing to address the magistrate and Counsellor Sharply in an animated and excited manner. Rose Foster was removed from the dock and conducted to a private room, where she found Mrs Brace seated before the fire, weeping bitterly. The young maiden started back on recognizing the milliner; but remembering certain assurances which had been con- veyed to her by Mr. Grumley, she advanced toward the woman through whose agency she had experienced so much persecution and misery. But Mrs. Brace caught her in her arms, and straining her vehemently to her bosom, mur- mured, “ Pardon me, dear Rose, pardon me, for all that I have done.” | ‘“ Ah, madam, I am not vindictive,” said the young girl, bursting into tears; “ and if you are really sorry for every- thing you have made me suffer — ”’ ““T am, I am, my God! believe that I am!” cried the milliner, shedding her crocodile torrents over the generous maiden who was confiding and unsophisticated enough, despite all her bitter experience, to put faith in the professed sincerity of the vile woman’s compunction. “Then do I pardon you, Mrs. Brace, yes, with a true Christian forgiveness,’ said Rose. ‘“ And I even feel bound to express my gratitude toward you for interesting yourself in my behalf this day, likewise for the assurances you sent me by the constable.”’ (Gx @) ANC 6)(0)©) CO)