The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 66: what you’re looking at

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48 THE COURT OF LONDON as it is the only means which Heaven has placed in the power of the innocent and pure-minded to enable them to escape from ruin at the hands of the cruel, the profligate, and the unprincipled. But since you know who I am, Mrs. Brace,” exclaimed the orphan, with passionate vehemence, “‘ perhaps you are also aware that your friend, Mr. Harley, is none other than the Prince of Wales, the man whom circumstances point out as the moral murderer, although not the physical assassin, of my lamented parents.” ‘Hush, my dear child, in the name of God! Do not talk in this wild and dreadful manner,” said the milliner. ‘‘ His Royal Highness wishes to see you, to throw himself at your feet, implore your pardon for the past, and learn in what way he can serve you for the future. Oh, you will find him contrite and full of sincere regrets; and it will now be his joy and happiness, as well as his duty, to atone for all the suffer- ings which you have endured through any misconduct or indiscretion on his part.” “Is this possible? ’’ exclaimed Rose, who, despite of the bitter experience which she had recently had of human perfidy, was still too artless, ingenuous, and confiding to suppose that the world’s iniquity, nypocrisy, and deception could extend much further. ‘““ It is so possible, my dear child,’’ answered Mrs. Brace, “that his Royal Highness will be here in an hour to confirm all I have just told you. Compose yourself, therefore, to receive him, and you will yet find that much happiness is in store for you.” Having thus spoken, the milliner pressed the young maiden’s hand, and hurried from the room; but as the key once more turned in the lock, a damp fell suddenly on the orphan’s spirits and a secret voice appeared to whisper to her that she was again betrayed. Yes, a flood of misgivings poured in unto her soul: for why should she still be retained captive, and why was the prince about to visit her in that bedchamber? | But now a desperate energy nerved the friendless girl; and, remembering with a species of heroic exultation the tremendous exploit that had saved her on the former occa- sion, she looked around for the means of escape. Alas! none met her view, no plan suggested itself. Useless were it to dare a second descent from the window. Such a proceeding GOMIGoOO re) Sri