The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 45: what you’re looking at

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THE ROYAL GEORGE 27 But still the storm continued; the wind swept in tremen- dous gusts over the Atlantic, whose bosom was upheaved into waves that ran mountains high, and presently the lightning flashed forth in vivid brilliancy, and the thunder rolled with a crashing din, as if a thousand chariots were tearing along a brazen bridge. (C(O) Anyi } KS {