The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 319: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 317 contrary. It seems to me that I saw Fergus O’Brian this night—why did I not kill him? if would pain me to kill him, on account of my poor sister Mary! but I will kill him. tie placed both his bands very familiarly on ~ the doctor’s shoulders, who did not appear to be at © all delighted with this mark of his confidence; and was turning round to. basten back into the study, when he felt the pressure of a hand upon his arm, and hastily laoked behind him, thinking that it was the Chevalier Bembo, who had come there to surprise him, But he had scarcely caught a glimpse of the person who had thus seized bim, than he uttered a ery of terror, and staggered as though hé were about to faint. His knees bent under him, and he fell prostrate upon the carpet, inthe attitude of a conquered combatant who prays for mercy. CHAPTER V. The man who had surprised Doctor Moore committing the flagrant crime of spying—the man who had surprised him at the very moment when, deserting the side of a sick person confided to his care, 2nd woe was apparently dying, to pry. into secrets which would be inexcusable in all coun- tries, but more particularly abhorrent to English ideas of propriety—tor every man’s house is con- sidered so sacred, that the law itself has not t right to violate it—this man was neither the Che ‘ Se al comichbooksicom