The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 203: what you’re looking at

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@Y LONDON. 201 divine): that I do so because I have a remedy for \the evil. _ Her ladyship the Countess of Derby, is here faithful to the appointment she had given you. ‘She is about to communicate— I desire to speak to the honourable Frank Per- cival, and not to you, sir, said she, haughtily, after remaining some time silent [request that you: will leave us. Stephen gave Frank aspoonful of cordial, bowed to the Countess, with an expression of respectful gratitude on his features, and immediately left the room. | The countess hesitated a long time after Ste- phen had gone out, before she could summon ‘up enough of courage to address Percival. When she did at length venture to speak, it was to re- late, in stammering and disjointed sentences, and in a voice hardly audible, a histcry in which the name of Rio Santo was very frequently pro- nounced, And it is this man who is to wed Mary? ex- claimed he, when the countess discontinued jrpeating, She took his hand; her eyes Tea filled with tears. He isa man whom neither you nor I ! know how | to judge, said she in a low tone. ~The countess pronounced these last words, aftor. . a struggle to overcome her confusion. A deep blush covered her face, and Frank felt her hand tremble convulsively within his. Before he could reply to her, she rose and precipitately left the ~yoom, oe Stephen! cried Frank, the fever at SPIES | | 3 Gomicbooks.com: + ot Yr Sy 5 . : 4 ss al ‘ ae: q _ - pi bial a * th void od f f ess tusf -s Si uf