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Helen by Maria Edgeworth
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Any body but Lady Castlefort would have discerned that Lady Cecilia had
some further design, and she was herself afraid it would be perceived; but
taking courage from seeing what a fool she had to deal with, Lady Cecilia
went on more boldly: "Louisa, I must have more packthread; this is all cut
to bits."

"I will ring and ask for some."

"No, no; do not ring for the footman; he might observe that we had opened
the parcel. Cannot you get a string without ringing? Look in that basket."

"None there, I know," said Lady Castlefort without stirring.

"In your own room then; Angelique has some."

"How do you know?"

"I know! never mind how. Go, and she will give you packthread. I must have
it before Katrine comes up. So go, Louisa, go."

"Go," in the imperative mood, operated, and she went; she did not know why.

That instant Lady Cecilia drew the book out of the half-folded paper, and
quick, quick, tore out page after page--every page of those letters that
concerned herself or Helen, and into the fire thrust them, and as they
blazed held them down bravely--had the boldness to wait till all was black:
all the while she trembled, but stood it, and they were burnt, and the book
in its brown paper cover was left on the table, and she down stairs, before
Lady Castlefort's dressing-room door opened, and she crossed the hall
without meeting a soul except the man in waiting there. The breakfast-room
was at the back of the house looking into the gardens, and her carriage at
the front-door had never been seen by Lady Katrine, or any of her blue set.
She cleared out of the house into her carriage--and off--"To the Park,"
said she.--She was off but just in time. The whole tribe came out of the
breakfast room before she had turned the corner of the street. She threw
herself back in the carriage and took breath, congratulating herself upon
this hairbreadth 'scape. For this hour, this minute, she had escaped!--she
was reprieved!

And now what was next to be done? This was but a momentary reprieve.

 
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