The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 128: what you’re looking at

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126 MYSTERIES A The deathlike despair and apatliy which ha oppressed her, had disappeared without even leaving a trace. The deautiful statue was uow vivified; if lived more completely, and more hap-| pily, than tac husdredsof ssemingly gay beings! by which it was surrounded. | Susannah was expecting to see the man she; idolized. Oh! how sweet and intoxicating did! wealth appear to her! and what balmy enchant-) ment transported her, while listening to those’ German melodies, which are not felt or conipre- hended Sy tho hard texture of our British tym-! panums The countess ccuid not refrain from gazing a6) her. How lovely she is! oh. Heaven—how sue! perlatively lovely! she kept on repeating to herself, ‘ The door of the Princess de Longueville’s box) now opened, and Rio Santo entered it, Susannah | locked at him with indifference. He was not the’ person she had so anxiously expected. To this’ look Rio Santo replied by ancther, which was’ piercing, cold and sernutiaizing. The lovely girl, although ice -d not to be surprised at any | thing, could not eustain this poweriul and search- | ing gaze, which se emed to sound, to penetrate, to _ examine her inmost soul. oi ~The oid French lady, however, sesmad agitas fens desirons of attracting his attention, and | rade aye effarts for tha purpose: NG Rio! Santo recognised her in avery ‘equivocal manwuer and whieh cox ienieea singurarly with the wos and exemplary politeness oi his deportinent. _ Le then advanced toward Susannah, who tinal aly