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38 THE COURT OF LONDON finding their way into the hands of resurrectionists at the very spot where she had committed her sister’s still-born child to the watery depths, “so far from not giving this officer a proper account of myself, I expressly told him that I had wandered forth in a strange and unaccountable mood for a solitary ramble on the border of the lake, and that it was in a listless, unpremeditated manner that I picked up a stone against which my foot struck and tossed it into the water.” ‘“T admit that the lady gave me these explanations,”’ observed the sergeant, “‘ but I did not consider them satis- factory, especially as her name and address were studiously withheld.”’ ‘The officer has but done his duty,’ said the magistrate, addressing Emma in a mild and courteous tone. ‘‘ Without offermg any comment upon your explanation of this unsea- sonable ramble at so strange a spot, I shall at once allow you to depart upon your giving me some proof of your respect- ability.” ‘“T have not the slightest objection,’ said Emma, with- out a moment’s demur, “ to give you my name and explain to you who I am and where_I live. But inasmuch as an evil interpretation might be put on this very innocent proceed- ing of mine, —I mean my unseasonable ramble, —I need scarcely point out to you how much I am at your mercy relative to the amount of publicity you may give thereto. But throwing myself entirely on your generous considera- tion, I have no hesitation in confessing that my name is Emma Owen, and that I am one of the ladies belonging to the household of the Princess of Wales.”’ ‘This may be so, and I do not say that I doubt it,” re- marked the magistrate, “‘ but still I must require some corroboratron. Will you permit the sergeant to return with you to the villa inhabited by her Royal Highness the Eng- lish princess? Or will you send for some tradesman with whom you deal to identify you? ”’ “Yes, I will adopt this latter course,” said Emma, catch- ing at the proposal. 3 Then, bethinking herself of a very civil and obliging linen-draper with whom she and her sisters had spent a tolerable amount of money, she at once gave his address. The sergeant lost no time in proceeding to the establishment ) GOMIGDOOKS (E(0)