The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 322: what you’re looking at

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292 THE COURT OF LONDON with shame, passed through the phases of blighted affection, terrible accusation, yearning vengeance, dark intrigues, and a criminal gaol, to terminate in a violent death. And not only was he stricken by remorse, but he was moved to his very soul’s foundations by a melting tenderness, | because she had pardoned him. Yes, the poor, wronged, in- jured girl, when stretched upon the bed of death, had laid aside her resentment for the sake of her former love, had renounced her feelings of bitterness in order to woo back the faded reminiscences of brighter times and happier hours; and under this holier influence she had blessed him, and she had promised to die with his name upon her lips. Yes, oh, yes, deeply touching was the contemplation of all this to the * mind of the young nobleman; and he felt that there was a voice whispering the bitterest, bitterest reproaches in the profundities of his soul, and he now understood what re- morse was and what conscience meant! : “‘ Doctor,’”’ he murmured in a trembling tone as he drew the surgeon aside for a moment, “ you will devote every possible care to that poor girl, and, should she survive a few hours more,” he added, the tears running down his cheeks and his voice almost choked with emotion, “ I will return and see her to-morrow.” ‘“‘ My lord,” replied the medical man, “ every attention shall be devoted to her.” Florimel pressed the surgeon’s hand in grateful acknowl- edgment of this pledge, fixed one long lingering look upon the pale countenance where the light of life still vacillated faintly, and then passed out of the infirmary with a step as slow and a mood as full of despairing sorrow as if he were leaving a funeral scene. And Lord Florimel felt something within which gave him the assurance that he was an altered man. CONNIEIOOKS (E()