The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 268: what you’re looking at

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{ "i4) 266 MYSTERIES My father rubbed his hands with satisfaction, and laughed heartily, but seriously. My lords, said he at last, it is neither Malibran, nor Pasta, nor Grisi. Whoisit then, Master Spencer? It is the syren, my lords, , Susannah, said my father, to me; you will soon be happy. I will make a lady of you; and you may this night select from these lords who have so applauded you, him whom you like best. _ CHAPTER XIII. + My father told me this, continued the lovely girl; to choose among all these noblemen. Tais | idea struck my mind confusedly. 1 could not | then have said why it revolted me; and yet a/| vague and indefinable fear oppressed me with a} melancholy feeling, until the moment of our| setting out for Leicester Square, [I was thinking! of you; my heart called for you te come té my vassistance ; and I felt that you, and you alone, could save me from this imminent and unknown) danger. | I seated myself, arrayed in a most sumptuous# manner, in my father’s carriage, and we left Goodman’s Fields. All the way my father was most madly gay; but the gaiety of Ishmael had# an after-taste of bitterness, which excited melan- choly, and gave rise to apprehension. When wee arrived at the club, there was already a longi string of carriages before the door, . This is right, quite right, gaily exclaimed my father ; you will cComicbooks-.com