The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 239: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. oh 237 tween these sweet and bitter fancies, like the boul- der-stone between the flux and reflux of the tide. The hours passed by—Susannah once. again, cherished the consoling thought, that her mother- had been taken away from hercradle, by accident or misfortune; and then her mind, too long dis- tracted from its usual direction, all at once re- verted to Brian de Lancaster, | Brian was very late that day. In general, the lovely girl had no need to desire his presence, and never had he compelled her to wait so long for him. The brilliant eccentric, in fact, was con- stantly at the feet of the Princess de Longueville. _ She rose from the chair, and ran her fingers ‘over the keys of a piano which the Duchess dow- ager of Gevres had ordered to be placed in the boudoir. She at first struck a few chords capri- ciously and as if by chance, and then from their harmonious confusion there arose a melody, pure, soothing, and religious in its character. Then Susannah’s voice, as sweet, and purer still than the clear tones of the instrument, mixed its mar- ‘Yvellous softness with the melody. _ The door of the room had been partiy opened for about a minute, and Brian de Lancaster had appeared upon the threshold—his hair dishevel- led, his face covered with perspiration, and his dress in much disorder. On seeing Susannah, whose face was reflected by a glass which hung ; ore ‘oe Lancaster gave a mute sigh of admira- = 3% TS a | comicbooks com.