The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 238: what you’re looking at

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A AN iss aS 236 MYSTERIES there were tears in the proud eyelids of the mar: | quis, 1 Angus, Angus, cried he again. The laird opened his eyes, and gazed around with a vacant look. : Both of them, both, great God! exélaimed he, in a voice of agony—both lost! And. then his eyes closed again, and he fell vac heavily, s 4 | | — 4 CHAPTER VI. a About a week had elapsed since the occurrence: | of the events we have related in the preceding | chapters. | Susannah was alone, in the little parlour which | served her as a doudoir. Her dress had under- | gone some change, analogous to her state of mind, | It no longer affected that daring, and almost) theatrical singularity which, although it heightens | beauty, still diminishes its charm. Her thick! black hair was rolied in spiral ringlets on each side of her face, and ornamented only by a tortoise | shell comb which fastened it behind. A black= silk dress, admirably set off her graceful form, and | closing at the neck, left room only for a narro | lace collar. ‘& This simple dress, which, on Susannah, appear | ed ravishingly elegant, restored to her that ou} the ful appearance which was hidden by her a | brilliant costumes. & i Z For a long time, her meditations revo ved ed $f Beeps. : = Ai ¥