The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 183: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, , | 1i8l were instantly silenced; the women returned to their litter. _The voice was still vibrating around the walls, when already order was completely re- established. Lady B— pressed her hand to her forehead; a sudden trembling passed through all her frame at the remembrance of what she had just passed — through, and she exclaimed, Oh, it is horrible, too horrible, The fact is, said the little countess, that it is not altogether a very agreeable place, but we ‘always iatroduce persons whe do us the honour of visiting us, by that door. It is a custom, your very illustrious excellency, and a precaution. Horrible, repeated Lady B—, involuntarily, whose nerves had much difficulty in recovering their tone after the shock they had received. At the end of the gallery was an immense staircase. The Countess Cantacouzini ran nimbly up its steps, followed by Lady B—, and they soon — came into a room where there were two servants in livery. Announce ker serene and illustrious highness, Lady B—, said the little lady, and her most hum-_ ble servant, the Countess Cantacouzini, baroness of Famagosto, in Cyprus, sovereign lady of the _ Archipelago and other places. Lady B— was introduced into a large drawing- room, furnished with some degree of elegance. In the centre stood a round table, upo which was an Indian shawl by way of cover, anda num-— ber of account-books and papers. All round the 2 table were placed a number of elegant and com- ~ _ fortable arm chairs. . There was only one person R Comicbooks.com