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OF LONDON. 325 with fatigue. The doctor had scarcely passed the threshold, before he fell back sound asleep in his armchair. We will await his siluvet g, to give our read- ers the sequel of Doctor Moore’s report. But in the first place, we will conduct them, retrograg- ingin our history some days, to the bedside of | Brank Percival, . After having written his letter, Frank laid his head wson the pillow. He was still very sorrow- ful, but he bad hope, Lord Trevor. loved Rim irom his infancy, snd could net surely refuse the interview he had required, Frank had, in feet, affirmed upon his honour, that the sesne which had been played at his bedside was altogether in- comprehensible to him: that the woman in ques- tion, was altogether unknown to him 3; and head- ded, that he had revelations to make to his lerd- ship, of a most important nature. Haw could he imagine, that Lord Trevor would tear his letter without reading if? Jack must have nearly reached rehash iHeuse by this time, said he, after some minutes silence ; he will return in less than an hour. And all these dark machinations will disappear like smoke, added Stephen. Frank held out his hand to him. God grant it may be so, my friend, cried he, for the happiness of my whole lite depends upon it, Have good heart, said Stephan pressing the hand which Percival had held ta him. At this moment they head the mbt onagi and ’ aed) ay ; Comnicooolks conn AL "swt heey Bi Cae 1° he parks ts ose Were " Poets Cut ee Re