The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 284: what you’re looking at

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282, MYSTERIES who appeared to take an extraordinary interestin .. Susannah’s history, and you will do as you choose, In the meantime let us listen.. ne Susannah had just recommenced speaking, The letter of my father, continued she, in a — voice which fatigue had rendered husky, and had destroyed its pure clear sound, caused me most painful-feelings. And thisis all I can say, Brian. The time for powerful emotions had gone by with — me; all that happened seemed to glid off from the thick covering of insensibility in which my heart was inshrouded. Iread to Rehoboam that part of the letter which concerned him: a ray of joy gleamed upon his countenance. I think he hoped to find some means of saving Ishmael, and thus repair, as much as possible, the injuires his _ fatal anger had inflicted upon him. It was about © eleven o’clock at night ; the next day was the one © mentioned in my father’sletter. I had just fallen into one of those agitated slumbers, full of start=- ling and horrid images, which made my nights ; long period of fatigue, when Rehoboam rushe precipitately into my room. By dint of sign, he made me understand that it was time for us to be gone. I quickly dressed myself, and we left the house, There was no one in Farringdon-street. nor in Fleet lane, which we passed by in going to the Old Bailey. When we first percsived the gloomy walls of Newgate, the clock was just strik- ing twelve. There was nd movement in the wide and gloomy street, called the Old Bailey. We only heard the murmurs of what appeared to us, — gay conversation in the air, all along the walls of the houses opposite to the court and to the prison. a “ eee ets » as 44/8 Oy % 2? are eee * oe ie, ay i “he ie ‘er ie te - . eat ae ss 27 “n40* “+ . < - comicbooks.com