The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 108: what you’re looking at

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106 MYSTERIES sorrowful and feariul at first, gradually brightened | up, until, at last, it expressed a degrae of tran= quillity. The marquis gently smiled, and then leaned upon the back cf the countess’s arm- chair. | You were very lovely last nicht, said he, almost | whispering into the ear of the countess, Sne| turned toward him and her ferehead almoss | tcuched the lips of Ris-Santo. She sank down in confusion, You are angry with me, said he, and are you sure you have reason, madam P for | must bea very | guilty to cause you uneagingss, even involuntarily. | You know my secret, however, all my secrets, Is | it not to love, thus to confide everything without | reserva P You are speaking truly, are you not? mur- mured the countess; you are not deceiving me ? Ol: Heaven! tiis lore you bear me—<ihis secret and disgracsful love—and which my rival would shudder at—! valua it, Jose Marie, 1 value it more than I do life—more than honour. On! itis f that am to blame, fer not being rich encugh fo | give you that power whica is your due—itis I | who have been wrong, in hoping aad believing | that you, Rio S2ato, could debase yourselfso much | 23 to think of me! , Simple, simple child, said the marquis, inter- | Tupting her, and covering the white hand of | Ophalia with his kisses. | This moment of happiness was so ecstatic, that | the countess clung to if as though she were iear- | ful it would escape from her, Her eyes were half | COmiclboOoks.comn :