The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 242: what you’re looking at

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940 MYSTERIES few minutes to the conversation between the two lovers, and then the words sounded hummingly in her ears, It wasa painful moment, but at last © madame la duchesse overcame her somnolency so — far as to fall fast asleep, and dream that she was — listening. Fromthat moment her conscience be- — came quieted. | Is it pessible! exclaimed he with transport ; iti was I—this valued keepsake of which I have been © so jealous, came from me? How can this be | possible? added he, casting a look of doubt upon © Susannah! you have just arrived in England, and I have never been in France, madam. Susannah turned very pale; she opened her mouth as if to answer, but did not pronounce a word. To keep a remembrance from any one, rejoined | Brian, with that heartfelt earnestness which isthe © true language of an impassioned lover, you must © have seen—have known. ' Ah! sir! I knew you! then exclaimed Susan- — nah, | j : I do not understand you, princess. I am no princess, sir, Brian looked at her in mute astonishtent aa The voice of Susannah, which, until then, had — been subdued, all at once became loud and peg remptory. ‘- Listen—listen to me, she continued. Iam not a princess: J am but a blind instrument in power= ful hands—I am Susannah, sir, the bes of Ishmael Spencer, the Jew, who was hanged las Autumn, at N ewgate, gone "