The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 245: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. ~ §43 I afterwards saw many examples in the East, among the Turks, and also among the Jews, who availed themselves of the services of these muti- lated creatures during the periormance of their secret sacrifices. The poor fellow was really a slave. My father used to beat him cruelly. T loved my iather. I loved Temperance, too, and I pitied poor dumb Rehoboam. Susannah remained pensive for a moment. Brian, who, until then, had remained listening in mute astonishment, took advantage of this pause. Did you ever know your mother, Susannah ? asked he. Alas, no, replied the lovely girl; when my fa- ther spoke to me of her—it was to exhort me toe hato her ! Brian started with surprise. . - Exhort you to hate your mother, he repeated : have you not then any remembrance of her be- side’s your father’s words ? None, said Susannah. ih Brian said no more, Susannah reflected for a moment, and then her lovely face became all at once illumined with a ray of gladness, and she suddenly said : I must relate to you a mysterious event, which © at this time broke the monotony of my seclasion. It was one evening. Ishmael had not for two days been in that part of the house in which I lived. Iwas in the parlour, where I had fallen fast asleep, with my head resting upon Cora’s shoulder. I raised my eyes; whether I was still sleeping or awake, I know not, but I saw a lady eemly entering the parlour ‘with a ca i r’ . at &** . ~~ d ‘ > i>. wameae « RES preemie comicbooks. com) » RESO GRE SCO pies SE rd