The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 216: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. ‘ = ~) — Ss \) A 209 OO a ag SOS A iOS iN Wie Gs aes = aS a 7 Deke a tracing out Torrens; and, allthings duly considored, | though unwitting]y on his part, to preventher giv- sho fancied that she might as well undertako a business which promised romunerstion, and which would probably place hor in a condition to learn secrets and dive into mysteries, a knowledgo of whick might prove serviceable in the hands of such an intriguing, mercenary disposition as her own. Moreover, the larger were her own special re- sources, the greater was her independence in re- spect to her repellious daughter; and therefore, after a short interval passed in deep reflection, she said, “ Sir, 1am both ready and able to serve you, But my time is precious now, and will be so for a short time tocome, Five days hence I will attend to any appointment that you may name.” “Twill give you my card,” said the young gen- tleman: “and I shall expect you to call upon me in the evening of the fifth day from this date.” . ““ Agreed !” ejaculated tho old woman, as she re- ceived tho card. ‘“ My name is Mortimer; and, although you do not address me as becomes my position, I can assuro you that Iam a lady by birth, edneation, and —~-” She was about to say “conduct;” but the young gentleman interrupted her timeously enough, No.79*,-—Mysteries or LONDON. ing utterance to the atrocious lie ;—for he observed, as he thrust his purse into her hand, ‘‘ Pardon mo, madam, if I have not behaved courteously towards you: but I presume that your circumstances aro not as flourishing as they ought to be, and gold is no object to mo. Five days henco wo meet: till then, farewell.” And, without waiting for any reply, he hurried away, Mrs, Mortimer followed along the lane not with any purpose of watching him, but simply because her own route layin tho same direction, The echoes of his retreating steps, however, soon died in the distance; and the old woman sped along until she reached that public-house where, ns tho reader may remember, Tom Rain and Clarence Villiers met on the night of the elopament nearly twenty years before. Approaching the window, whence a bright glare streamed forth, Mrs. Mortimer examined the card that had been placed in her hands, and, to her as- tonishment, found that the hero of her most recent adventure was Lord William Trevelyan, and that his residence was in Park Square, She knew enough ee tre a a a CONMUC DOO ZN i (SO)