The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
London (England) -- Fiction; Penny dreadfuls
I sent for you--I agreed to give you a trial--and, as I perceive, you
have spoilt for me a dress that will cost me ten guineas to replace
it.’--‘I admit, my lady,’ said Julia, ‘that you have great cause to be
dissatisfied. But heaven is my witness that it was an accident; and if
your ladyship will permit me, I will toil day and night until I shall
have obtained the wherewith to make good the loss.’--‘No, young woman,’
observed the marchioness, somewhat mollified by the artlessness and
respectful demeanour of Julia Murray; ‘I cannot, being rich, oppress
you, who are poor. All that I can do in the case is to decline giving
you any farther employment. You may retire:’ and, having thus spoken
with a sententious pomposity that would have become a statesman, the
noble lady waved her hand authoritatively.
“Julia’s eyes filled with tears, which nearly blinded her--so that she
observed not how peculiar was the interest with which Lady Caroline
Jerningham was surveying her:--but, having vainly endeavoured to
stammer forth a few words imploring a continuance of the patronage of
the marchioness, she hurried from the room. On the landing outside she
paused for a few moments to wipe away the traces of tears from her
countenance and somewhat compose herself; for she shrank from the idea
of attracting unpleasant notice on the part of the lacqueys lounging in
the hall through which she must pass to reach the street-door. Suddenly
she felt a gentle touch upon the shoulder; for she had seated herself
in a chair on the landing, being overcome with grief and physical
exhaustion;--and starting up, she beheld Lady Caroline standing by her
side. ‘Hush!’ said the fair patrician, placing her finger upon her
lip, and glancing towards the parlour-door, as much as to imply that
she had stolen away from her mother’s presence and would not have her
motive suspected: ‘here, my poor girl, take this--and, when you require
a friend, fear not to apply to me--but by letter, remember, in the
first instance!’--Thus speaking, Lady Caroline thrust five sovereigns
into Julia’s hand, and instantly returned to the parlour, not waiting a
moment to receive the thanks of the astonished and delighted girl.
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