The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 326: what you’re looking at

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524 MYSTERIES My lord, at length said he, I have no certain informatign to give your lordship. Poor Mary! groaned Rio S:into, I must see her. No, my lord. Miss Trevor has great need of reposeé—of absclute quiet. Yesterday was too much for her weakened system. What has happened, then ? inquired the mar- quis, eagerly. A great many things, my lord. And whatever your lordship may think upon the subject, I still assert that is was a great pity my lint did not touch the wound of Percival. Ah, said Rio Sante, then Percival is the cause of it. Yes, Frank Percival, my lord, who is now in better health than you, and as welias I am, Good Heaven! but ones:xieenth of an inch more, and Frank Percival would have now heen quietly re- - clining ia the chapel of Fife Castle. Moore took hold of the marquis’s arm, and felt his pulse. Upos my honour, my lord, said he, you are not in a state to bear such emotions; let me entreat you to become more Calm. Nature imiperiously demands tuat you should have repose. To mor. row, this evening. waoenever your lordship may desireit [I will tell you all regarding Frank Pere cival. tis now my duty to leave you, that you may obrain some rest. Moore, after saying these words, thus cover ing his retreat with an appearance of great zeal, . precipitately left the room. Rio Santo faintly called him back again, but he was quite overcome oe “comicbooks. com m ie fey