The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 186: what you’re looking at

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184 MYSTERIES B—’s own house, but she remained motionlesa» aud did not appear to observe anything. If your excellency would be pleased to alight, said the little countess very respectfully: that is your highness’s house. Lady B— did not stir. The countess Canta- couzini ventured to take her hand, which. she pressed very gently, at the same time anEyE the ring on her finger. There is the diamond of your very haateiae highness she added. Lady B— cast her eyes upon the ring with a vacant look—but the moment that its lustre met her view, her memory instantly returned. She clasped it with breathless avidity, j}zemped into the street without the assistance of the coachman, who had presented his arm to her, precipitately ran up the steps before her house, and kept knocking at the door till it was opened to her. Before entering it, she cast behind her a look of — _ indescribable terror. Adieu, your excellency, adieu, softly said the Countess Cantacouzini, and then added, address- ing the coachman—Now, Joe, gallop to Wampole- street as fast as you can drive, for we are behind time. Joe flogged his horses with a hare hand. The coach bounded over the pavement, splashing the ee egies on ine atl. and at — oa