Scheherazade: a London night's entertainmentWarden, Florence
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Scheherazade: a London night's entertainment
Warden, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century
The illegitimate daughter of an Indian Maharanee and an English
government official, Lakshmi--for that was Chloris White’s real
name--had been born with the germs of marvellous beauty and
ungovernable passions, both of which developed until at fifteen, when
she became, by various artful ruses, the wife of a deeply-enamoured
young officer, who was even at the time ashamed enough of his marriage
to wed the little witch under an assumed name--she was the most
fascinating little fury in the Presidency. Though her husband had
well-founded suspicions of her infidelity, she was clever enough to
prevent his obtaining proofs of it, and at last, despairing of getting
free in a more legal manner of this burden upon his life, a half
savage wife, ignorant, vicious and violent, he left her when his
regiment returned to England, leaving such provision as he, then a
poor lieutenant, could afford for her and his child, a girl only a few
weeks old, whose paternity he affected to doubt. Four years passed,
during which he heard no more of either of them. The poor lieutenant
became, by unexpected deaths, heir to a title; he wanted to marry.
Detectives, set to work both in England and in India, could find no
trace either of mother or child. Finally, the husband decided that
they must have gone down in the whirlpool, as such a woman would be
most likely to do. He risked the venture and married. For years more
no rumour of the lost wife troubled him, until, when he was Viscount
Florencecourt, Colonel of his regiment, and father of two boys for
whom he would have died, a horrible phantom rose, conjured up by a
letter from the solicitors Messrs. Smith and Angelo, who made known to
him that his wife, Lady Florencecourt, had arrived in England. He
tried silence, denial; but the wild Lakshmi had grown into a
remarkably capable woman, and her lawyers were furnished with ample
proofs that the lady now leading a notorious life in London and the
little dare-devil imp whom the young lieutenant married seventeen
years ago, were one and the same person. She had ferreted him out,
hunted him down.
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