The Mysteries of the Court of London by Pauline Clarendon — page 203: what you’re looking at

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200 THE COURT OF LONDON tastefully upon her well-formed head, but it was the sombre gloom of a deep melancholy. | Caroline Walters — for that was her name — carried in her hands a bonnet and cloak, which she assisted Mrs. Brace to put on; and, when the milliner was thus attired for going out, Harriet entered the room to announce that the hackney-coach was at the door. “You have got everything that you want, my dear Caroline? ”’ said Mrs. Brace, speaking to Miss Walters in a cone of remarkable kindness, and even affection. “ Everything, madam, thank you,” responded the young creature; and she turned hastily aside to conceal the tears that were tracing each other down her cheeks; for though the establishment of Mrs. Brace could scarcely be called a home, yet it was the only home that this poor girl had known for two years past, and her heart was swelling ready to break at the idea of quitting it, and under such circum- stances, too. ““Come, Caroline, dry those tears,’ said Mrs. Brace, patting her upon the back in an endearing manner. ‘“‘ You will receive every attention and enjoy every comfort where you are going, and I shall pay you a visit as frequently as the numerous calls upon my time will permit. Be- sides, I shall allow you plenty of pocket-money, Caro- line — ’”’ “Oh, my dear madam,” exclaimed the young girl, now bursting into a violent fit of weeping, “‘ there are certain things which no money can purchase.”’ '“ Money can procure every source of happiness in this world, Caroline,’ said Mrs. Brace, soothingly; “‘ and you are wrong thus to give way to your grief.” ‘“ Alas! money cannot purchase peace of mind nor restore lost innocence, madam,”’ returned Miss Walters, in a voice almost suffocated with profound sobs; ‘“ neither can money procure oblivion for the past.”’ “This is childish, Caroline,’’ observed Mrs. Brace, but not speaking impatiently. “‘ Remember that I will always be a good friend to you —”’ ‘“ Forgive me, dear madam, for thus yielding to my grief,”’ said the orphan, for such indeed she was. “I know that you are my only friend. See, madam,” she continued, hastily wiping her eyes, and turning toward the milliner a counte- ECORNIELOOOKS (E() m