The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 233: what you’re looking at

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gravely shaking his head. Iknow cf but one re- medy— And what is that? Happiness. | Cannot you find some other means, sir? said | Rio Santo. If your lordship so desires it, I will seek some ‘other ; but time is precious, and every hour’s | delay may aggravate Miss Trevor’s malady, Rio Santo passed his hand over his forehead, | which was covered with large drops of perspira- ) tion. | Save Mary; cried he, in a voice that was hardly | intelligible. I will endeavour to do so, my lands said the Doctor, and then withdrew. Rio Santo walked to the chimney-piece and | rang the bell. A servant immediately entered the | room by a door opposite to the one by which ) the doctor went out. | Is there any one waiting, Toby ? asked Rio | Santo. | A gentleman wrapped up in a cloak, my lord. Introduce the gentleman. The door was again opened, and a man of tall stature whose face was nearly hidden by the fur | collar of a voluminous cloak, entered the room | with a heavy step, his spurs jingling Buon the | carpet as he strode along. | Santo, giving him a courtly bow. OF LONDON. 231 How is your highness’s health ? sed Rio Well—weil, my lord, replied the new comer, | | who threw off his cloak, and discovered a face with prodigious high cheek bones, a horse-like comicbooks;com ~