The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 307: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, «SOR CHAPTER IIT. At the end of the passage in which the Chevalier — Angelo Betabo had passed nearly all his time, during the last few days, there was a low window which opened upon a small court yard surround- ed by a wall; beyond the yard was the passage communicating with Belgrave lane. One morning—it was the third of Bembo’s watching—the sun had risen brighter than usual, and had victorioasly struggled against the opaque rarpart, which the heavy vapours, suspended over our heads, so incessantly oppose to it, Bembo was leaning out of the low window in the passage, and with unmeaning eyes, was following ‘the faintly defined outlines of the shadow which Irish House was casting on the opposite side of Belgrave lane. His melancholy abstraction, all at once gave way to an expression of astonishment. The sun, in penetrating into one of the rooms of the Lord’s Corner, had just exposed to his view a young girl, reclining asleep ip an arm chair. The sleeping girl appeared to be tormented with painful dreams. Two or three times she extended two small white hands of the most beau-_ - _ tiful proportions, as ii to repulse some invisible _ enemy. It was, perhaps, the rays of the sunfalk — ing on her face, which thus agitated her ; and, eyen at that distance, an expression of fatigue and suffering could be observed hia? ier pe “oa . u — conniecbooks.cohn