The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 258: what you’re looking at

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uv 9256 MYSTERIES feeling that I was good looking arose within me, — I did not know myself again, 1 blushed, I smiled, J was proud, and happy, and ashamed. I wished at once to show myself to every cne, and to hide — my face. I was already a woman, since [ already © experienced this double and contradictory feeling © of all women—the desire to shine, and the wish | to place a barrier between ourselves and the pub- | lic gaze. , That day I was introduced into a saloon on the first floor of the house of Goodman’s Fields, which | I had never before been admitted into. It was a | spacious and magnificent apartment, hung with red velvet, and surrounded wiih rare pictures. | There was an elegant pianoforte, a harp, and | richiy-bound boexs, and albums lying upon the tables, on the piano, and all about the recom. Ny i remained in the room for a short time alone 5 and, for ] must teil the truth, during the few mi- nutes I remained there, I frequently looked at myself inthe glass. My new dress quite turned | my brain, aud ‘T would willingly have jumped with jey had I not experienced a feeling of anxious | bashfulness upon thinking of the strangers who | doubtless were now about to be introduced to _me. , ei Bravo! Miss Susannah, bravo! this is as 16 should be, cried my father, who came in and sur= pred m3 at that moment, I was ypemleitles to admire yourself. Ina short time, I trust theix “4 will be many lords to look at you and admire ae | Be cEomicbooks.co 4 Be ae ’ ’ ‘ » a Ae al