The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 110: what you’re looking at

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108 MYSTERIES ‘. if e al And what is it that you want of me, my lord 2p You were speaking of betraying, as I told you! This thought has entered your brain, madam, and’ perhaps the intention to do so; and I saw a mal leave yourroom. That man is a friend of Frani® Percival, madam. I observed the looks of sin gular intelligence were passing between you. D: you not know that nothing can escape me; ancy that when my eyes are closed or do not see, hundred eyes are there to watch in their place? Ophelia, you must forgive these outbreaks of my! hasty temper, caused by my secret sufferings : am unhappy, and you know it. Two passions aré struggling in my soul, and their contentions kil. me—my love for you The countess raised her lovely eyes to heaven./ My love for you, continued Rio Santo, resolutely and my unbounded ambition. This man, this Frank Percival has crossed my path; I endeavour- edto avoid him. Uoon my honour, countess, [ felt compassion towards this boy, who yesterday was but au innocent obstacle, but this boy ir- suited me as a man, and I was compelled to pun-§ ish him, It was you, then ? asked the countess. You are informed of it. Ab! my lady, what you call your love for me, sometimes assumes the appearance of hatred. Yes, it was i; but even when punishing him, 1 still felt pity for him—in-) stead of killing bim, as | had a right, and it was: my interest to do, I have merely disabled him, | This is great and generous, my lord! said the sisbeuagaa warmly. Alas! you still aire se, . —s ro ae on!