The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 262: what you’re looking at

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260 | MYSTERIES with a passionate look, toward the open air, 6? rather to the window behind which was the open air, and then drew along breath. Poor Reho- boam., My eyes were suffused with tears, when I com- prehended the energetic and distressing gestures of poor Rehoboam, Ishmael shrugged hig shoul- ders, and began to laugh. Adieu, Rehoboam, said I to the poor mute; I will soon return tosee you. He placed his hand upon his heart. My father called meaway. Re- hoboam put his head out of his office door, and pursued us with envious looks, We were going out, and the poor fellow remained shut up in his prison, Alas, I was also a prisoner, and yet I left him with a lacerated heart. When we had descended the staircase, and got near the seeret door which communicated with the drawing room, I heard the buz of several voices on the other side of the door, and timidly hid myself behind my father. The noise pro- eeeded irom the invited guests, who had already assembled, and were waiting for him, He made me go through the bondoir, and ordered me to dress at once for dinner. When I returned, decked out by the skilful hands of my French waiting woman, a murmur of admiration burst forth from my father’s friends. ‘They were twelve in number, and were already seated round the table, which was moNered with delicacies of every kind. When the viands were removed 1 make way _»for the dessert, the servants placed several decan= ters of wine upon the table; and then, on asign comicbooks.com |