The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 394: what you’re looking at

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372 _ REYNOLDS’ WORKS But when she spoke of Murder stalking abroad, it did in- deed send a thrill through me like that of a remorse.” The ayah sat down and reflected deeply for some minutes. There was evidently a struggle within her bosom; those better feelings which Christina’s language had partially ex- cited were in conflict with others of a dark and deadly nature, and, alas! the latter prevailed, for at the end of her meditation, Sagoonah’s splendidly handsome countenance assumed an expression of the firmest decision, and with another sinister flashing of her luminous dark eyes, she ejaculated, “‘ Yes, it shall be done.’’ Throughout the following day Madame Angelique was kept in trembling nervous suspense, — every moment ex- pecting to hear the intelligence, from some source or another, that a frightful deed of suicide had been perpetrated during the past night in the district of Bayswater. But hour after hour passed and no such tidings came. In the afternoon the vile woman proceeded into the neighbourhood of Bayswater, and entered a shop with the air of one whose sole and legiti- mate object was to make some little purchase, for she thought to herself that if the deed had been really accom- plished, she should be certain to hear of it there. No, nota syllable, and the shopwoman who served her merely re- marked on the fineness of the weather, but alluded not to any incident of horrible interest. Madame Angelique re- turned to her house in London, and sent out for the evening papers, but still without having her frightful curiosity gratified. It was evident therefore that the deed had not been done. Marchmont called in the evening, and it was de- termined that if on the morrow the intelligence so anxiously awaited did not reach the vile woman’s ears, she should repair to Bayswater and obtain another interview with Sagoonah. It was an almost sleepless night which Madame Angelique passed, for she felt assured, considering all circumstances, that the Lady Indora was bent upon her ruin, and in order therefore that her own safety might be secured (as she fancied) it was necessary that the Eastern lady should perish. She rose in the morning ill with feverish anxiety, but all the forenoon passed without the wished-for intelligence reaching her. Again, in the afternoon, she repaired to Bayswater; she entered another shop, but no unusual excitement marked CORMICOOOLK “ey ok ee geal Te rahe , —— ~- oo , . . a RE EE Ss ea