The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 188: what you’re looking at

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interrupting him. | Ai il he | | 186 MYSTERIES you comprehend my object, and you will still love me? Will I not murmured Susannah; it is merciful in God not to have made you a murderer, | Their hands were clasped together. Brian placed Susannah’s upon his heart, King or beg- gar, saint, or criminal, i must still have loved you, Brian, she continued ; and if you do not love me, { must die. We shall be happy, Susannah, said Brain, and what anguish should I feel to see you unhappy!# But now, even that anguish appears preferable to, that of not seeing you at all. Listen to me—yot know what my life has been, and favoured by the mad favour of the world, with what arms I have attacked my enemy, and ‘that enemy my own bro. d ther! I have however to confess to you a secrety my only secret. : Susannah, with grateful feelings, pressed mo | closely to him. Tyrrel and the little Frenchwe a | man, listened more eagerly than before. | aoe SS | CHAPTER XXIX. | a 4 I am a ruined man, rejoined Brian de Lancas: | ter; and so completely ruined madam, that my own resources hardly equal those of the poores) beggar. Ps I believe that I am rich, said Susannah, timidl i And yet, pursued Brian, I live as my equals d do [make even a good display. The time for g | | 7 : eat. Yas +" wa ‘Ae © comicbooks. s.com | rate p atyiat ce <>