"I will avenge myself!" muttered she, as with trembling hands she
wrapped herself in her large Turkish shawl. "I will avenge myself;
and, by the Eternal! it shall be a bloody and swift vengeance! I
will show him that I, too, am ambitious, and that my pride is not to
be humbled. He says he will forget me. Oh, I will compel him to
think of me, even though it be only to curse me!"
With hasty step she sped through the glittering apartments, which
the liberality of her lover had furnished so magnificently, and
descended to the carriage standing ready for her.
"To the Duchess of Norfolk's!" said she to the footman standing at
the door of the carriage, as she entered it.
The servant looked at her in astonishment and inquiringly.
"To the Duke of Norfolk; is it not, my lady?"
"No, indeed, to the duchess!" cried she with a frown, as she leaned
back on the cushion.
After a short time, the carriage drew up before the palace of the
duchess, and with haughty tread and commanding air she passed
through the porch.
"Announce me to the duchess immediately," was her order to the
lackey who was hurrying to meet her.
"Your name, my lady?"
"Miss Arabella Holland."
The servant stepped back, and stared at her in surprise.
"Miss Arabella Holland! and you order me to announce you to the
duchess?"
A contemptuous smile played a moment about the thin lips of the
beautiful miss. "I see you know me," said she, "and you wonder a
little to see me here.
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