The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 314: what you’re looking at

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plZ HYSTERIES the sofa upon which Rio Santo waa lying. He raised one of his hands, which, on being let go, fell back lifeless, and rebounded twice from the ¢lastic cushion. He shrugged his shoulders disdainfully, and then walked up and down the room. I think that I shali let tim die; said he, mu- singly, stopping before the inanimate body of the marquis, and tnen he harshly added: Do you hear me,marquis? Icondemn youto death! He placed his hand on Rio Santo’s heart, and = deep furrow immediately showed itself upon the before smooth skia of his forehead. I thought the strangulation had been more complete than it now appears to be, for he had discovered that Rio Santo was still full of life. Z shall be obliged to kill him after all, if I decide he must no longer live. In ten minutes he will breathe. Some one knocked gently at the door of the room, | In the name of Heaven! sir, have some pity, and think of the anguish I am suffering! cried Bembo, from outside the door. Iam waiting. Wait then. One word—for mercy’s sake, only one word! The doctor, instead of replying, moved stealth- ily to the side of the room opposite to the door at which Bembo was waiting, and put a small key into the lock of what appeared to be a cupboard. Moore looked around againtoward Rio Santo, who was still motionless, and then entered the ~ jaird’s room. The first object which struck him comicbooksseom