The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 180: what you’re looking at

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17s MYSTERIES CHAPTER XXVII. When this singular house, which appeared as if were, dead and tenantless, with all its windows hermetically closed, and without the appearance of a door on its red walls, gave all at once some signs of life by opening its ponderous side, toallow an entrance to its visitors, Lady B— imagined, more and more, that she was dreaming. It was the little old woman who took upon herself to prove to her, that all she had seen was a reality, You will go round, Joe, said she to the coach- man, and wait for us at the railing; then ap- proaching the coach, she held out her little white and wrinkled hand te Lady B—. Your highness will please to be quick, said she, curtseying pro- foundly, for this entrance never remains long open. Lady B— alighted, and the old woman gave her back the little bex which she had carefully concealed under her wrapper. There is your serene excellency’s property, said she, still speaking asan | Italian. I had wished to sj; areher the trouble of ~ taking care of it during the journey. And as Lady B—appeared to hesitate to venture upon | entering the dark looking passage which led from the mysterious doer, the little lady curtsey- — : ing with great respect, rejoined, will your high- © ness be pleased to go in first, and permit me to do # the honours, being the inmate of the house, yvoice, Wheream I? exclaimed LadyB—, ina a ried he eg ee Oe Oe , e e e