The windows
were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance
of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his
huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly
demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. It was not a difficult affair. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its
creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peer of France! What
would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to life again? Oh, Thames!—my
lord marquis, I mean—you have made me the happiest—the proudest of
mankind. What's that short for,
Lucille?\"
\"It is short for Lucia. "
"Robbed him!" screamed the widow. "
"Not if it will hurt her. One of the coolies held the paper
lantern. ‘Yes, for there were too many females for the vicomte to make me a dowry. ‘This is not love, Marthe.
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