The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 333: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. ool to him—so eager was he to ascertain by what Strange coincidence the same man should have / been present to the thoughts of Frank and of himself, at the same moment. And then that scar, which had employed so large a portion of his meditations during the night, he wished to know where Percival could have seen it, OF. OO ere CHAPTER VII. Frank Percival, still slept; and Stephen Mac- nab continued anxiously watching him, to ascer- tain the meaning of these words. But the ex- planation was not so soon to be obtained. _ About seven o’clock in the morning, some one knocked violently at the door of Dudley-House. Old Jack opened it, and immediately went up stairs to inform Macnab that a woman was in- ‘quiring after him, who bad been sent there by his mother. Stephen then went down to the parlour, where he found his mother’s servant. _ What isthe matter, Betsey ? asked he. What is the matter, Mr. Macnab exclaimed the poor girl, whose agitation and affliction Ste- phen only then observed. Oh, Lord! oh, Lord! do not ask me what is the matter. Come home —come home immediately, for the poor lady will gomad, It is enough. to break one’s heart to see her. _ Are you speaking of my mother? cried Stephen, Jn the name of Heaven! what has happened ? Oh, dear—oh, dear! repeated ase oryings comichooksicom