The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 256: what you’re looking at

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+ adventurers who have nothing in this world but) 054 MYSTERIES “mise you now give, in two or three years—four | _ years at the farthest—you will be the handsomest girl in London. Will that give you pleasure? Oh, sir, cried I, sobbing, you are effacing the name of the person who loves me. What service will my learning to read be to me? You are very anxious. then, to know this name, Susannah ? If you will he a good girl I will tell it you, by and by. Besides which, my child, in a short time you will count by dozens those that love you. Upon my faith, you will be a happy creature, Susannah, He then gave me back the medallion, empty, and in the state you now see it. And afterwards he went on,1 in an almost solemn voice: The duty of woman is to love, Susannah—to love without re- serve, and witbout difficulty, You will compres hend that better in a short time. But it is her duty. also to select; and the best rule to guide her in her choice, my daughter, is not to repel any one, excepting, for example, those miserable) ‘their persons and their dress, Good night, Su= sannah. | Brian eppeared quite petrified’ Infamy, infamy, muttered he, at last. # | Madame, said he, in a tone of profound convice tion, that man—that monster, was -not your! father. CHAPTER X, oe | yo __ After the interview which I have just now re = fated to you, sid Susannah, Ishmael left me; but)