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nd, and had entered as a student of the Temple. The Morgans had arrived in

recarious condition, in which they had ascertained that his father still remained-giving rise, in a great measure, to the idea suggested by a vague hint from

ere silently harboured in the breast of those around her, against that one loved being; and though her cheek day by day was becoming more pale, he

n then be in London, only waiting to make his presence known until his

her sister Agnes to accompany herself and Sir Hugh, to such place

th the influence of his handsome young spouse, had produced quite a polishing and refining effect, were established in a fashionable hotel

en witnessing the performance of a famous actress, a party of men, who had apparently occupied one of the lowe

ime, and whose appearance momentarily attracted their attention; but Mary, without bei

ly foremost of that group, whose dark eye had flashed that cursory glance upon her sister, as he hurried by-whose voice, in that we

race still thrilled her frame-whose parting kiss still lingered on he

whom she had so long watched and w

r Hugh," she exclaimed quite reproachfully to her husband, "pray give Mary your arm," and with repentant alacrity the Baronet hastened to offer hi

occurred to trouble her; nor hinted the fact of having seen Eugene, (if indeed her bew

one after this occurrence, she was again called for by her sister and broth

e deceiving moment, made her heart beat fast, by some fancied similitude with the object of her thoughts. But no, the vision of the night before was n

alking to a gentleman with whom she was acquainted, when Mary's attention was rivetted by the colloquy between two men, who had previously

net, more than twice her age; a fine looking young woman; but did you see that pale, pretty gir

congratulated him, but I thought he

ome spoke in the wheel, I suppose about money matters, and the old

rather stand in the way," was the reply, and then the speakers lowered

gan felt a gentle pressure on her fair round arm, and looking back,

one, as she passed her sister's trembling arm through hers, and pressed onwards through the crowd to

or Mary in low plaintive accents, whilst an uncontrol

alled her only real enjoyment-namely, her visits to her brother in his chambers at the Tem

iving to rally her spirits, to meet her brother with that cheerfulness which in his society she ever strove (and found it less difficult than under other circumstances) to assume.

spring, with which her sad eyes gazed through the carriage win

d oh! to be passing perhaps the very door of the house that contained him, was the gasping utte

me," was the still more bitter thought which succeeded, as s

t realities of common life, which form fortunate and salut

n Bond Street, where many colours for her au

order-better indeed perhaps than she herself-and sits in patient abstraction till the man's return. He reappears, puts the

open demonstration of feeling, such as must necessarily have been excited. A few low, hurried, agitated sentences were uttered by Trevo

He obeys. Trevor springs in. The door is closed; a moment's whispered consultation, and in falteri

s side-Mary sees already the cloud dispersed-

How is it, that for the most part of that long way, she sits weeping silently, her cold hand trembling in the burning palm of Eugene?-h

-no promised deliverance f

quented churches, so well suited, to all appearance, for the celebration of mysterious rites and secret ceremonies, which rear their heads in some of the close, dark streets of the city. But the firm, though gentle withdrawal of her hand, the look of almost cold astonishment which marked her reception of this desperate pr

ever it may be, that now stands between us, can never be set aside, be overstepped by such unworthy means as you sugg

cognises some passing object, calling forth a momentary interest in

nquiringly, as if to discern the cause of her apparent interest, the mom

. Temple pass-he of whom,

exclaimed, with anxious, eager excitement, far surpassing any which the recog

ly into the carriage; but why-why, Eugene," looking at her lover with a faint, m

careless unconcern, "I was not particularly excited, but you know I cannot help feeling a slight degree of interest in that man af

ly replied, and then her exhausted feelings sunk he

silence, from which he was aroused by a glance towards the windows,

r springs out into the street, turns upon Mary one expressive, eager glance, and he is gone! The carriage proceeds a little way, and then rolls within the Temple gates, a