The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 259: what you’re looking at

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% OF LONDON, O57 The shame of being thus surprised—a very natural shame, | think, which all women seem to possess, even without instruction—made me blush even to my forehead. Why should you blush . Susannah ? continued. my father; doubtless this additional colour makes you appear more beatti- ful; but what you were then doing was quite right, and you should not, therefore blush. The first, the greatest, the only merit of a woman, is her beauty ; why then should she not feel proud of it ? A person, whose manrers were obsequious, and who had entered the room with Ishmael, was standing near the door; he smiled with an ap- proving air. You are right, good Mr. Spencer, said he, bowing respectfully, and Miss Susannah is right too. This man, who was a French Jew, was to in- struct me in his language, and to dance in the Parisian fashion, Iwas at the same time to study Italian and German, under Jewish professors of . those several countries, who were also to teach me music. And so it was arranged. My days were thenceforth fully occupied—there was no time left for en:ui or even for thought, In about a year, [ had acquired the French and other languages. I began to sing, and.ac- companied myself on the piano and on the harp. I danced as they danced on the stage. 1 .-was, in fine, all that my father desired in these respectg. ‘ ’ One evening’ after my lessons he came to me. _- Susannah, said he, I this night give bread ond. wine to my brethren, I mean to present you to oa p ‘Comicbooks:c com