The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 199: what you’re looking at

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THE RECONCILIATION: 173 ‘¢ A blue domino, braiding, and star! ” ejaculated Florimel, now more bewildered and mystified than ever. “ Yes, I know of such a domino, it was sent to me, but I commanded my page to destroy it. Oh, I begin to see through all this hideous misunderstanding,’’ he cried, suddenly struck by the conviction that some dark scheme of treachery, unsuspected by him until this very moment, had been perpetrated by Rao — alias Caroline Walters — through the agency of the blue domino. ‘“ Perhaps it was not destroyed after all, and another person may have used it—” — ‘“‘ Oh, if such were indeed the case, Florimel,’’ interrupted Pauline, now dreadfully agitated, “‘ then have I done you a cruel injustice, wronged you by the vilest suspicions, and behaved toward you with a precipitation and an inconsider- ateness which you can never overlook.” ‘‘ Never overlook!’ repeated Gabriel, in an impassioned tone. ‘“ There is nothing you can do toward me, beloved Pauline, that I am not prepared to pardon, because I have so much for which to ask forgiveness of you.” And the young nobleman sank upon his knees at her feet. ‘‘ Rise, oh, rise, my well-beloved Gabriel,’’ exclaimed the beauteous virgin, starting from her seat, a prey to the wildest agitation. Then, as she abandoned her hand to the noble- man who still knelt before her, she said with exceeding bitter- ness of tone, ‘‘ Ah! I was too hasty, yes, too precipitate; and I was sealing my own unhappiness at the same time that I was causing yours. But you will forgive me, Gabriel, you will forgive me—” “Oh, let us grant mutual pardon, my angel, my beauty, my adored!” cried Florimel, springing from his suppliant position and snatching the heavenly being to his breast. ‘Yes, pardon: each other, whatever ills you may have done,” said Octavia, rising from the sofa, and approaching the tender pair. Then, suddenly bursting into tears, she cried, ‘‘ Oh, that the false prince would come and demand pardon of me!” Pauline and. Gabriel now devoted iiematives to the task of soothing Octavia’s abruptly awakened grief; and, leading her back to the sofa, they said all they could to afford her solace and sympathy. In a few minutes they succeeded in calming the afflicted young lady; and when they saw that the violence of the storm had thus passed, they returned to the COU G OOO) SS (GO)