The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 252: what you’re looking at

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250 MYSTERIES Oh! you will now amuse youself likea queen, Sus< annah, When Ishmael left the room, I became pen- sive. My curiosity had changed to tiniidity. The idea of seeing any one, of speaking to any one, _ who was neitner my father, nor Temperance, nor Rehoboam, alarmedme. Buton the other hand, the fine dresses, the jewelry, and the laces, quite turned my head, I believe ] was then more than eleven years of age—it was about six years ago. The evening of that very day, a singular event occurred: ‘Temperance was busily employed ar- ranging my hairbefore putting meto bed. As | Bing my p ef 2] usual, the uniortunate girl had drank so much, that the smell of it was enough to make me iil. But she was not absolutely tipsy, only gay, and 4 excessively communicative. Miss Susannah, said she to me, all at once, laughing loudly, I am de- — sired to kiss you—to kiss you on both eneeks, MissSusannah! What was I saying, Miss Susan- nah? You said that drinking was a dreadful fault, Temperance said I with childish malice. Did I say that ? exclaimed she, I must be drunk, then! But no, you wicked child—I was saying that I was charged to kiss you, and to hang this knicknaek round your neck. Before I had time to answer her, she had planted a hugh kiss on each of my cheeks, and placed round my neck a silk > cord, to which was hanging the medallion which now incloses our flower, Brian. What is this? I exclaimed, and who was it that desired you——- + Hush! cried Temperance, it is a great secret. _ i a entreat you, my good Temperance, tell me who was it that sent me this pretty box, - i is