The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 323: what you’re looking at

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8F LONDON. 321 to any expression of contempt—I feel obliged to you, and, above all, for not having assassinated me ! 5, Moore drew badk two paces. This word pierced him to the very heart. He thought himself irre- coverably lost. But Rio Santo continued : Death would have been cruel] just at this mo- ment—very cruel! I tell you again that I have no ill will toward you. Put the cushion under my feet, doctor. Moore took the cushion and put it under the feet of the marquis. Excuse me, sir, pursued the latter, if I so far abuse your complaisance: go and open the outer “Ge door of my study, and tell Angelo—you spoke | very harshly to that poor lad just now, sir,—tell him that you have saved my life. Moore opened the study door. Well, sir, well! exclaimed Bembo. The life of the marquis is out of danger, signor, said Moore, who seized Lovely by the collar to prevent his rushing into the apartment. Out of danger! repeated Bembo, peaae him- self with joy. But cannot I see Don Jose? lien inquired, Bembo. Not just now: his lordship requests that you will order the carriage to be ready at four o’clock and expects that yeu will accompany him. Bembo danced with joy. , He can go out—go oat already! exclaimed he, is a perfect resurrection. Oh, socian you are ~ S - pha»! 58 Comicbooksscom