The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 316: what you’re looking at

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314 MYSTERIES ther gesture of astonishment, and then went to- ward the bed. Thisis a secret, said he, and a secret of the most enigmatical description, assuredly: but I could sever have expected—And, after all, what does it matter? Oh! oh! exclaimed he, stop- ping within two paces of the bed, there isa man here. He had just perceived the attenuated and bony leg of Angus Macfarlane, which was protruding irom under the bedclothes. The doctor had en- tered the room with so strong a conviction that he was about to discover something of a most ex- traordinary and inconceivable nature, that he pause ed for a moment, and seemed struck with an alarm which was almost puerile. Strange ideas crossed his over excited mind. He who was or- dinarily so firm and cool in all his actions, felt himself transported all at once into some ideal world. | Who could the man be, who was thus stretched outupon the bed? Angus was lying with his back to the window. He was siretched almost across the bed, with his head touching tke wall. Doubiless his burning head had endeavoured to find some relief from the cooiness of the wainse coting. Moore could not, therefore, see his face. Fora moment he ceased his investigations: the instinct of the physician for a time allayed the curiosity of the man. He took hold of Angus’s arm, and felt his pulse. pas eee A brain fever, exclaimed he; fearful state of comicbooks:com