The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 326: what you’re looking at

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THE PIYSTLERIES OF LONDON. 821 SS SE EEE fire ? wi inert iT wo be Tey ‘dyflL Co urs — ; aa ea > Agen ’ t tee i ive u ‘ aaa I ah ih a a succumb te woman, when she dazzles blm with nor loveliness and Lewilders him with her guile. Sixty thousand pounds now own me os their mistress | ‘Tis glorious to possess preat wealth: but ’tis an ulysian happiness—a burning joy—a proud triumph to feel that I am released from the thraldom of rhose Hat€elds—or rather from a stato of depend- ence ups u the father of him whom I lately loved so well! And my mother, too-—my solfish, intriguing, deccitfal old mother, who has erer hoped to make a profitable market of my charms, and hold despotic Bway over mo at the same time,—she is no longer necessary to me—and I may in a moment assert my independence should she daro to attempt to tyran- nise again. Tho mad old fool! to fancy that sho will succeed in discovering Torrens,—or, even if slie did, to hope that she could compel him to disgorgo the treasures which he has perilled his life here and his son] hereafter to gain! She will return to mo penniless—totally dependent upon me; and I shall allow her a small incomo on condition that she locates herself in some obscure spot, whence hor machinations and her intrigues cannot reach me. Not for worlds would I have hor fastened to my No, 93" —Mysrrorius of LONDON. Ta ee eee aS, TU QLET ALS due pe ek weet k | Feat na = aoe — ~ Me cee i ee ae Tf wis vie i ‘a fia ; | aa athe I If wan ‘| he we Ths fe pe a ede ‘"?) oY ae apron-strings in London—that London whither 2 am about to return, and whero I may yot hopo to punish that Mr, Hatfiold who for a timo so savagoly triumphed over ma! No—my mother must bo forcod into seclusion; her notoricty of character would ruin me, Constantly incurring the chance of being discovered as the Mrs. Slingsby of former yoars— certain to be recognised as the Mrs. Fitzhardingo who was arrested on suspicion of being concerned in the murder of tho old miser—and having evi- dently entered into some intrigue which has brought her under tho notico of the Marquis of Delmour, slic can no longer be allowed to ussociate with me! Her day has gone by—mine has scarcely bogun.” Laura—thebeautcous,wanton, unprincipled Laura —had reached this point in her musings, whon she was stsriled br an unusually violont ringing at tho front door bell; ; and in a few moments a gentleman burst into the room, his impationce having urgeé him to cast away all ceremony and dispense with the introductory agency of Rosalic, who had ute tered an cjaculation of surprise on beholding him. “Captain Barthelma!” cricd Laura, in an asto- nishmont which even surpassed that of her abigail, | | | (C(O) DOO (SO)