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
learnt that they were no more; but he could not succeed in tracing you
out. At length he saw a report of a certain case in the newspaper, and
ascertained that you were the young lady therein mentioned. His sorrow
at the first appearance of the affair was only equalled by his joy when
he beheld the result; for he has your interest deeply at heart. He has,
however, been compelled to leave London in a great hurry;--but before
he went away, he gave me certain instructions, which I have fulfilled
with all possible despatch. The sum which he borrowed of your father,
with compound interest, amounts to six hundred pounds; and this money
I have laid out for you in the purchase of a neat little house, with
good, serviceable furniture, in Camden Town. There is an excellent
young gentlemen’s school close by; and my client has paid a year in
advance for Master Harry’s tuition. He also intends that you shall be
at no expense for the boy’s education. Over and above all this, I am
instructed to place these fifty pounds in your hands; and if my client
has thus done more than his actual liability to your father required,
it is simply as a recompense for the long delay which has occurred
in refunding a loan so generously advanced and so vitally necessary
to him at the time. Now, my dear young lady, I have no more to say,
farther than that this card furnishes the address of your house, of
which I likewise present you the key; and may this little gleam of good
fortune encourage you to pursue the course which has hitherto won for
you so much esteem, and which may yet lead you to the highest pinnacle
of happiness and prosperity.’--With these words, the kind-hearted man
shook Julia warmly by the hand; the young maiden endeavoured to express
her heart-felt gratitude for the unexpected benefits thus showered upon
her: but tears--tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks--and her
bosom was so full of strange and conflicting emotions, that her powers
of utterance were suspended. Even as she took up the bank notes, the
key, and the card, and thrust them all together into her little silk
bag, her hands trembled so that she could scarcely perform those simple
acts; and when in a few minutes she found herself walking along the
street, with little Harry by her side, she could not remember leaving
the lawyer’s office. She fancied that she had been giving way to some
wild hallucination--some absurd delusion of the brain: but when she
felt in her bag, _there_ were the proofs of the reality!
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