The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 254: what you’re looking at

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‘take so long, nor be so difficult, as at first ‘will return you your jewel. 952 MYSTERIES Susannah lowered her voice, and drew nearer — to Brian. It was the voice of a man who is now my mas- ter, continued Sasannah. } I was telling you, resumed Susannah, that my father had peremptorily ordered me to give up the object [ had concealed in my bosem. I was compelled to obey him, whatever repugnance [ might feel at surrendering the medallion. | He took it, and the moment he had east his | eyes upon the written word and the arms, an angry exclamation escaped his lips: That wretch, Temperance! muttered he—it is impossible to | place any dependence upon her. Who gave you | this trinket, Miss Susannah ? I made no answer, It is a very pretty one, my child, rejoined he; will you make mea present of it? No, oh, no, sir! exclaimed I; let me keep it; I entreat you | to let me keepit. I will let you keep it, Susan- | nah, if you are a good girl, that is to say, if you | will acknowledge that it was Temperance who gave it fo you. | But I knew that my father would beat Tempe- | ranee, and I felt pity for her. No, sir, I replied, hesitatingly, it was not Temperance. Could it | have been Rehoboam ? cried he, turning pale.— | Oh, no, sir. This time my answer came direct from the heart. Ishmael looked at me suspici- ously. And Miss can already lie, muttered he, | with a canting smile; her education will neither thought. That’s enough, Miss Susannah, a he, aloud. I know what I wished to know, a and J 4