The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 328: what you’re looking at

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™~, 326 MYSTERIES irregular steps of old Jack upon the staircase. Percival endeavoured to raise himself in his bed. All this is sheer madness, Stephen, cried he, excited at once by his fever and bapa Rese You are creating phantoms, I would lay a wager that Clara loves you. Listen! Isnot Jack nearly at the top of the stairs? Go and open the doer for him, my friend—go quickly! This excellent old man returns to us with good news; but how slowly he creeps up stairs! I have a joyful pre- sentiment, Stephen—I! see happiness all around me. Ah, poor old Jack! he will never get to the top of the staircase, I fear. How much do I long to have Lord Trevor’s answer. Stephen, in orderto comply with the request of Frank, whose impatience had reached its cli- max, had gone to open the door of the room, It was, in fact, old Jaek who was slowly coming. up stairs. He at last entered the room, and with some difficulty approached his master’s bed. What news, Jack? cried the latter—speak, then, what news ? Jack leaned against the head of the bed, and placed his hand upon his heart. He was pale, and his honest face expressed profound despair. Have you not delivered my letter ? added Frank angrily. I delivered your letter, your henonne 3 J Sa in a low voice. a4 —_ Jack slowly shook his bald head. : oF 2 a : ee +e Have you brought me an answer. Percival is a more ancient name than Trevor | comicbooks. co! . 44 ripe