The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 231: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIII THE PRIVATE ROOM AT THE POLICE OFFICE Ir was some short time before Rose Foster could so far recover her mental composure as to say to herself, “ I must now think of what course I ought to adopt.” But when she did thus speak with the silent voice of her own soul, she threw her eyes with an instinctive shuddering upon Mrs. Brace, who was seated alone with her in the private room adjoining the public office. For the young orphan was suddenly reminded by all the reminiscences which swept through her brain that she was more or less indebted to the milliner for the speedy acquittal which had been brought about; and she trembled lest Mrs. Brace, forgetful oi the promises made when they were previousiy alone together in that room, should propose to take her back again home to Pall Mall. Mrs. Brace perceived the half-terrified, half-appealing look which the orphan had thrown upon her; and she was. about to answer in words that glance which spoke so elo- quently in its mute significance, when the door opened and Mr. Grumley entered the room. ““ Well, ma’am,”’ he exclaimed, in a hoarse bassoon voice, “the young lady has got off, you see. Miss Foster,’ he continued, ‘‘ I congratulate you on the result.” ““T thank you most cordially for all the sympathy you have shown and the assistance you have afforded me,” said. Rose, in a tone of fervent gratitude. ‘‘ But what has been decided in respect to Mr. Eaton? ” “Committed for trial,’’ responded Grumley, in a laconic manner. : ‘‘ And is it possible that he can be guilty?” exclaimed Rose. 201 (@) ANC ] KS {