The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 309: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXxXI THE DEATH - BED Iv was late in the evening of the memorable day of which we have been writing, that the chaplain of Newgate called at the mansion of Lord Florimel in Piccadilly; and, on obtaining an audience of the young noble, the reverend gentleman informed him in a few hasty but impressive words that Caroline Walters, mortally wounded and at the point of death, implored a last interview with his lordship. The naturally generous-hearted Gabriel was not the man to refuse such a prayer, and he at once agreed to accompany the chaplain to Newgate. On their way thither the reverend gentleman informed Lord Florimel that the blow which had stretched the unfortunate young woman upon the bed of death was dealt by Mrs. Brace; and the young patrician experienced a kind of dismay as he reflected upon the inti- macy which had once subsisted between himself and the wretched milliner. On arriving at Newgate, Lord Florimel was conducted into a chamber belonging to the infirmary department, and there, upon a humble pallet, lay Caroline Walters. The signs of death were already imprinted on her countenance, from which the vital colouring had entirely fled. A dimness was visible in the pupils of her eyes, her lips were almost bloodless, and her whole appearance was marked with an air of languor, weakness, and depression. A pang of remorse shot through the heart of Lord Florimel as he entered that infirmary chamber; for his conscience told him that his perfidy had in the beginning led the young girl astray from that path which she might have pursued innocently and happily, and placed her in the course which was thus destined to terminate violently and prematurely. 279 (COAMUC Doo eS (EO)