The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 301: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. (299 e Santo could not hear him: No brother left, and no daughters,—I saw them—both of them,—both of them. . And his head fell back heavily on his pillow. Angus, after having uttered these words, turned on his side, as if about to sleep. Rio Santo breathed more freely; but almost the moment afterward, a convulsive trembling seized him, and his paleness became more livid. The laird had raised himself up, and was sitting in his bed. They are there! they are there! shricked he, with fearful vehemence—both of them—both of ‘them in that boat! but I am a good swimmer. He again wished to rush toward the window, according to his usual habit, from recollection of the one at the King George’s Head—but Rio Santo suddenly restrained him. He then uttered a dreadful shriek ; his eyes became so red that they appeared full of blood; his burning breath. seemed to scorch the face of Rio Santo, while his. 3 nails were dug into his flesh. It was a horrible’ struggle, and such as ean be seen only in those houses, where wretched people, for a trifling salary expose themselves to the formidable attack of fu- rious lunatics, Angus, whose delirium had at- tained its climax, dealt the most fearful blows— tore, bit, and lacerated the marquis—he seemed a tiger freed f from his chain. Rio Santo in vain endeavoured to restrain him. As he would not strike him: in return, but iimited his resistance most strictly to the defensive, he every moment received the most dreadful injuries. The only squnds that could be heard, were a furious gurg- comichooksrcom