The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 104: what you’re looking at

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102 MYSTERIES small phial, in the other the lint; upona sigh being given by the doctor—who perhaps is a good man after all—the rascally apothecary hid the phial, the devil knows where, and threw the lint upon the floor, covering it with his foot. But stop; it must be there still. Jack went to the opposite side of the bed; Ste- phen followed him. No! rejoined the old valet; the lint fae dis- appeared, but you can see the mark it made, The mark, said Stephen ; where? Jack showed him a wet stain about as large as a shilling, produced by the pressure of Rowley’s foot upon the wet lint. Stephen eagerly threw himseif upon his knees to examine the mark, and in stooping down, be perceived a very diminutive phial uuder the bed, which he instantly caught hold of. That is it !—that’s the phial, exclaimed Jack. - Stephen took out the stopper and put it to his nostrils, it contained prussic-acid, CHAPTER XIII. The Lady Optelia Barn wood, Countess of Derby, awoke on the day after the ball at Trevor House, a long time after midday. Her delicate features still showed some trace of the fatigue of the pre- ceding night; her oppressed eyes refused to open, and the remembrance of the joyous party vaguely A Hoated in her tired imagination. 15 A waiting woman gently opened the door. Se , ~ ‘comicbooks. com: ] a / + irs Ne Ne ©! . EROE SS ie oe ee