The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 248: what you’re looking at

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246 MYSTERIES obliged to punish Temperance, What, cried I, was that on my account? Listen, Susannah, re- joined Ishmael, with a malicious smile—for when he smiled, Brian, I always trembled and felt afraid —listen. Do not sleep any more in the parlour, my child; and, when you have such dreams ay this, always come and teli me them at once. Will you do so, Susannah ? My father’s questions were always an order or athreat. I bowed my head and trembled. Will you do what I tell. you? i repeated Ishmael, shaking me by the arm. I will | sir. Yes, Susannah ? You area good girl; and, | besides, if you did not, [ would kill your doe. Brian started from the sofa, The wretch! exclaimed he involuntarily. He is dead, said Susannah, gravely, and he was my father, Soe CHAPTER VIIE. i many timesafter this questioned Temperance, continued Susannah. When she was sober, she trembled, and would not answer me. When she had been drinking, she looked at me, smiling stupidly, and began to sing. I was not allowed to sleep any more in the parlour. Days passed on: then months—then years. [I grew very fast. Myjfather told me that Twas — becoming beautiful. No change was made, how- ever, in my mode of life. I still continued shut — say up in the house in Goodman’s Fields, Ryan nod ey, |