The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 177: what you’re looking at

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i Riis ) OF LONDON. 175 | ind if your said highness would permit me te do o, I will carry my audacity so far as to take a lace beside your illustrious person. Lady B— looked with amazement at this living F ricature. She had anticipated a tragedy, and me very commencement of the adventure was ¥ roasly farcical. In certain dispositions of the | aay. B— felt as if a load had been removed from | ner heart. The little lady, however, actively escaladed the »oach steps, and seated herself opposite to Lady 5—, but not without making hundreds of apolo- vies. Where are they taking me ? asked Lady B—. ' Yes, your excellency, God is my witness, that I ould throw myself into the midst of a burning rauldron to die the most picclisimo pleasure to your illustrous highness. _ Lask you, madam, where are they going to take — me? repeated Lady B—, ey Yes, your excellency, I call to witness the most fac aoly mother of God, and Saint Peter of Rome, the Jlessed patron of my late husband, the Count =~ Cantacouzini, that your highness has in me the he nost devoted of her slaves, Penida ©. | Lady B— fell back seriously alarmed. She s saw jherseli all at once shut out from the world, at : midday; she already imagined herself at the mercy of that occult and sinful portion of society of — which he had often heard, but never could believe — the existence of, which is the enemy of the law, and of all the law protects. Allat once, rendered : iin by her despair, she sat up and endea-= ~ “ _ . f ‘ sp * comicbooks com