The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 310: what you’re looking at

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308 MYSTERIES ing melancholy reflections upon the instability of all human enjoyments. Angelo felt a violent de« sire to knock out his brains; but he did not re- cognize him. After having looked at her from head to foot for some time, his eye-glass fell. I find her passable, said he in a wearied tone; another time Master Gilbert; I will. come back again. The lord and his steward left the room. Angelo — Bembo was more dead than alive; he was almost suffocated; the departure of these two men, re- lieved his heart from a dreadful load. The following sight, lord White Manor being tormented by his chronic wakefulness, ordered his carriage, and repaired to Belgrave-lane. Day was beginning to dawn when he crossed the thres- hold of Lord’s Corner, It was onthe very morn- ing, and nearly at the same hour on which we found Rio Santo sitting by the bedside of Angus Macfarlane. Anna had just fallen asleep, and was perhaps dreaming—dreaming doubtlessly of Stephen, or of Clara, or perbaps of both, The Chevalier Angelo Bembo, on the contrary, had just awakened, and had left, with aching bones, the mat spread before the door of Angus Macfarlane’s room ; where from time to time, he would snatch a few minutes repose. He placed his eye to the keyhole. The sick man was lying motionless upon his bed, and Rio Santo was sitting also motionless, in hisownchair. Bembo waiked toward the window—he played the sentinel a little on that side too; for he determined to protect, as well as he might be able, the poor imprisoned pe comick -— jooks. com