The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 358: what you’re looking at

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356 MYSTERIES icy lead upon the heart of Frank, and mads Diana tremble. Diana, resumed she, suddenly, do you no longer remember the part you used to play? When we were thus all three assembled, you used, after a few minutes had elapsed, to take a fancy to try some air on your piaco—do you not remember, dear Diana? then HWrank and I remained alone, Miss Stewart remained motionless. Mary stamped with her little foot upon the carpet. Weil, Diana, exclaimed she. impatiently, as long as you sit there, Frank will not teli me that he loves me. Diana rose, and by a mechanical impulsion, slowly moved towards the piano, which she opened, Mary gave her hand to Percival, who was sor- rowfuily observing ber. The slight colour which her recent impatience had called up to her cheek had vanished. She bent her headupon herchest and remained silent. Diana mechanically ran her fingers over the keys of the piano. Tne sudden noise had the ~ effect of an electric shock on Mary. Shestarted — violently, abruptly raised her head, and withdrew ~~ her hand from between those cf Percival; and looking at him as if she had only then perceived him, she hurried from him, saying: What are you doing here. sir? Mary! my dear Mary. cried Frank, who pre- ferred this sudden rigour to the irrational tender- ness which Miss Trevor had just evinced toward him ; in the name of Heaven: Mary, I conjure you to hear me! Be not as cruel to me as your 9 + ed ica éz ~ ed Ne w ‘j