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Shade of Miss Linwood, erst of Leicester Square, London, thou art welcome here, and thy retreat is fitly chosen!
It was on a beautiful moonlight night in the month of August, when all who reside in tropical climates are eagerly gasping for a breath of fresh air, that Henry Linwood was in the garden which surrounded Agnes' cottage, with the young quadroon at his side. He drew from his pocket a newspaper wet from the press, and read the following advertisement:
Miller was a woman of little or no feeling, proud, peevish, and passionate, thus making everybody miserable that came near her; and when she disliked any one, her hatred knew no bounds. This Gertrude knew; and had she not considered it her duty, she would have kept the secret locked in her own heart. During the day, Mrs. Linwood visited her mother and told her all that had happened.
"That wild-cat must not remain here," said he, shaking his head. "She will kill my gentle patient. Where did you find her, Mrs. Linwood? From what menagerie has she broken loose?" "She is the daughter of an early and very dear friend of mine," replied Mrs. Linwood, smiling; "a very original and independent young lady, I grant she is."
"And now," she added, "before my spirit wings its upward flight, receive my dying injunction. If you live to years of womanhood, and your heart awakens to love, as, alas, for woman's destiny it will, then read my life and sad experience, and be warned by my example. Mrs. Linwood is intrusted with the manuscript, blotted with your mother's tears.
"I shall feel great pride henceforth in saying, I have an admirable likeness of Mrs. Linwood." "I ought to feel greatly flattered," I answered with a quick drawn breath; "it certainly is very lovely." "It has the loveliest expression I ever saw in woman's countenance," observed Mr. Brahan.
"I inclose shorthand reports of the speeches recently delivered at the Hampden Club, and have the honor of waiting for further orders." "Your commands have reached me by this morning's post. Bowmore and Mr. Percy Linwood. "The venerable magistrate hesitated. "He quite understood the necessity for keeping the arrest a strict secret, in the interests of Government.
My old trepidation returned. Would Mrs. Linwood introduce me, and if she did, in what manner? Would there be any thing in her air or countenance to imply that I was a dependent on her bounty, rather than an adopted daughter of the household? Hush, these proud whispers. Listen, how kindly she speaks. "My dear Gabriella, this is my son, Ernest.
"Will you think it a presuming question, a too inquisitive one," he said, holding up an engraving between himself and the light, "if I ask your candid opinion of Mr. Linwood? Is the world right in the character it has given? Has he all the peculiarities and fascinations it ascribes to him?" He spoke in a careless manner, or rather tried to do so, but his eye burned with intense emotion.
Marion was scarcely less richly dressed than her sister. Henry Linwood paid great attention to Isabella, which was looked upon with gratification by her mother, and became a matter of general conversation with all present. Of course, the young man escorted the beautiful quadroon home that evening, and became the favorite visitor at the house of Agnes.
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