The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 128: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON tt ee ty ts we ey eee, a PA A Ty fg i er peng pen ~~ ' THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. Oe mew ene ee ee eee 2 oS too. Y 2 . ‘ tye ia > e ZS on Smt: Pot = LJ a = Sy = aA at ah st a = wowetr= 2-8 a OTA Pe v4 _ a dhe Sr - 2 vid fel ef 7 a = Sane I given my heart—irrevocably given it ;—and were you the veriest mendicant on the face of the carth, [ would never cease to love you as now I love!” “ Adored Perdita !”” cried the young man, enrap- tured by the tender words and the enchanting manner of the syren, as he strained her to his breast and imprinted n thonsand kisses on her brow, her cheeks, and her lips. “Oh! never— never could I prove faithless to thee, my beloved Perdita! Would that you were mine indissolubly —that you were mino by the rites of the Church and the sanction of the law ;—for then we might defy the world to separate us!” “Would you have me renounco the peecniiar opinions which I have formed?” asked Perdita, her heart palpitating with joy—for the young man had thus, of his own accord, bronched the delicate subject on which shelonged tospenk, yet knew not how tobegin. “ Because, if such be your wish, my beloved Charles, I will make even the sacrifico of my strongest prejudices to your heart’s desire—” ‘ Now, indeed, dol know that youloveme, swect- est—dearest gir] !” interrupted Charles, Gxperienc- ing ineffable happiness nt the ides of possessing the beautiful Perdita on terms which would not render him ashamed of his connexion. “ Yes—yes ; No.68” —Mysrenms or Lonpon, af 3 NS age dy . ~ ac a teu r" pay , . $ seittn aes yr SES ~ yy ’ se - ~ 13 ORE | a Sey 3 = “/ - “SS: £ iy E do detnand that sacrifice at your hands; and, if you yield to my wishes in this respect, I shall re. ceive your assent ag the most cloquent—the most convincing proof of tho attachment you ayow! And, morcover, Perdita—;dearest, dearest Perdita —I shall bo go rejoiced to place a coronet on that fair brow of thine,—so proud to present thee to the world as my wife! Never—never will enrap. tured husband havo experienced ao triumph so complete as that which will bo mine, when I shall conduct thee—so radiant, so dazzling ix. thy beauty —amongst the friends whom the declaration of my rank will gather around me,—and when I shall in; troduce thee, adored one, as the Viscountess Marston! Yes—I shall indeed be proud of thee, my angel; and now—will you not breathe tho word that is to promise me all this triumph and all this joy ?—will you not say, ‘Charles, for thy sake, Iwill accompany thee to the altar, and wed thee according to the rites of the Protestant Church and the exigencies of the community.” “Oh! not for anothor instant can I hesitate, my belored—my handsome—my generous Charles !” exclaimed the syren, casting her arms round his neck, and pressing him as if in rapture to her glow- ing bosom: then, in the sweetest intonations (C(O) (C DOO <S LL (SO)