The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 263: what you’re looking at

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OH LONDON. | 261 made to them by Ishmael, they withdrew, closing the doors after them. Well, my good companions, said Ishmael, what think you of Miss Susannah! She is pretty, said one. Charming, added asecond. Admirable! exclaimed a third: and above all, when she blushes . as she does just now. You can make of her just what you please, Ishmael. All these men, said Susannah, were staring at me with envious eyes, asif they had each consider- ed me as a piece of fine cambric, for which a good price might be obtained. My father seemed to triumph in this jealous feeling, and made the more parade of his so envied treasure, You see, my companions, added he smiling, that I do not consider my Susannah as an article of luxury— and yet I have not told you all. The principal use I mean to make of her must remain a secret : but believe me, what we do not disclose is always of the most importance, and there is perhaps fifty thousand pounds beneath this mystery. Ishmael now thought me capable of executing the most odious portion of his designs. He wished to make a traffic of my heart. . aT es Se While pronouncing the last words; the bosom _ ‘ of the lovely girl heaved with violent emotions, and her cheek turned pale, while her dark eyes — ae: flashed with indignation. SRGAAICAN It would have been a dreadful nomient: for ane rejoined she, could I at.once haye imag ned what - Ishmael’s real intentions were. ‘But'p my ignorance. spared me some portion of the anguish’ f my si-> - tuation. When I at last understoot “what was _ required of me, I had acquired novien aneth—|