The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 204: what you’re looking at

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202 MYSTERIES that moment supporting him, and making him | capable of exertion. Some paper, pen and ink! | Call Jack. | | Jack showed his bald head at the door, and | soon afterward placed writing materials. before his master on the bed. Shall I write under your direction? said Ste- | phen. a No, no, exclaimed Frank, warmly. a I -will myself make the attempt, unassisted, and let my fate decide. Oh, should I fail, Ste- phen, shculd I fail: I feel that death would soon ensue. BY: Stephen made no reply. Old Jack shook his white head, and raised his eyes to Heaven, which were in moist tears. Frank’s pen, in the mean time, was running over the paper with feverish — rapidity. When he had folded his letter, he held it to Jack. | For Lord Trevor, said he: do not return here until yon shall have placed it in his own hands, Do you understand P Perfectly, your honour. J Lord Trevor when he got. into his carriage 7) again, was boiling with rage. He refused, at first, _| obstinately, to reply to the questions of his daugh- | ter. But Mary at last demanded that he should | fulfil the promise he had given her upon his word | of honour, and the old man then spoke: : _I have seen him, said heangrily, I saw him with | my own eyes, Frank has forgotten you, my 1 daughter. rs Mary had been expecting his answer for several f | minutes, and yet the assurance that her fener: we! “comicboo ce Ten 4g SANS a De el