The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 311: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 309 girl. The moment had arrived; at the instant he looked out of the window, Bembo saw as before, the door of the room open and two men enter it. They were the same men—the steward and the master. Paterson, without saying a word, draw back the curtains of the bed and raised the counter- pane, Then he approached the sleeping Anna, as if ho were about to take her in his arms and carry her away. Cold drops of perspiration sade on Bembo’s forehead. Bnt the earl made a sigh, and Pater- son left the room, after respectfully bowing to him. The former instead of approaching Anna stooped down, and picked up a paper which had fallen from the bedclothes. The gesture did not at all quiet Bembo’s uneasiness, whose brain ‘was in a complete fervent. The sacrifice was about to be accomplished; one minute’s delay would render ail assistance fruitless. Bembo eonvulsively pressed his forehead. An irresista- ble influence, led him to fly at once to the ill- omened house, where an infamous crime was about to be accomplished ; but the idea of aban- doning the marquis, though only for a moment, made him pause. He returned to the door and again looked through the keyhole. The marquis and the sick man were both still motionless, He ran with the rapidity of Wehtattios but it was only to be assured that a providential accident had rendered, for this time at least, all interven- tion on his part superfluous, | The door of the Lord’s Corner was open, A comichooks-com