The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 246: what you’re looking at

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y MYSTERIES How beautiful that lady seemed to me, and how much goodnees was there in her features! The - moment that I saw her, my heart leaped toward her; but I did not dare to move, restrained by a feeling of timidity and awkwardness, which the solitary mode of my bringing up had engendered, I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, Temperance and the beautiful lady stopped, when they reached the centre of the room. Co- rah lay trembling under me, for Corah was timid also, and was alarmed at the appearance of a stranger. [ was too mucha child, was I not, Brian, to have invented all these details, Tem- perance and my father must have deceived me. I saw that lady—lI felt Corah trembling: it could not be a dream ? Susannah raised her eyesto Brian, and interro- gated his looks. Brian tock her hand, and smilingly replied : You are a poor deceived child. , You have no idea, Brian, how much it would delight me to Helwce that this lovely lady, who looked so kindly and so sweetiy, was not a vision. It is the only happy remembrance [ have retained of my childhood. Shelooked at me with beaming eyes. How pretty she is, exclaimed she, in a tone that was at once mournful and joyous. Temper- ance, for 2 wonder, had not been drinking. Ma- dam, said she, she is your very portrait. <A step was beard coming along the inner passage. You must begone, madam, you must begone! cried — Temperance, who turned pale; in the name of © Heaven do not remain another minute, The lady hy: made a step toward the door; but she then hesi- i