The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 113: what you’re looking at

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OF LontoN’ 111 ——— Does not my ladyship wish to have her hair ssed ? 1) No, Jane; leave me! but stay—give me, if you Tease, pen, RS and paper. ) My lady forgets that my lord— | Ophelia interrupted her by an impatient ges- re, and Jane hastened to fulfil the orders of her nistress, You may go, now, said the countess. Jane leit the recom, casting upon her mistress a @ It must be so, it must, murmured the countess, . while dipping her pen in theinkstand; did he not tell me that should he fail—— she paused fer a Imoment, and laid down her pen. Oh, Heaven! Jshe exclaimed, I know not! I know not! and hen covering her face with both hands, she rea- fected for about a moment, and then seizing the pen again, she hurriedly wrote a few lines. I will itake his word, she said—his word asa gentleman. Frank has a loyal heart—I will make him pro- | mise. Ah, it must beso! I can live thus no longer, and this hope bewilders me, She folded ithe letter, and addressed it, ‘To the Honourable | Francis Percival,” &c, She left it on her toilet- |table, and returned to the drawing room. You will immediately take a letter to the post, which you will find on my toilet, Jane, said the Countess, neicre leaving the house: A moment afterward, the splendid equipage of Rio Santo was roliing along toward Covent Gar- den. As the marquis was alighting from it, be- fore the door of the theatre, and was offering his band to the countess, a man touched his arm, Pea iS '< Rie COMME IOOK<SCOM