The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 368: what you’re looking at

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366 MYSTERIES of the contents of the decanter. The water was immediately covered with sparkling bubbles and became of a bright golden colour. Rio Santo drank a mouthful of it. Tis well, said he; tell my valet to prepare my clothes. He seated himself and emptied the glass, When he again rose, in about a minute afterward, there was a fire in his look, before so dim, and his cheeks were flushed. His manly form became proudly erect. He walked with a firm step toward | his dressing-room. ) And, when afew minutes afterward, he issusd from it, dressed with that simple elegance with which his name had become synonymous, no one} could have recognized the man who, only a few) minutes before, was a poor feeble invalid, bent down with the fatigue and fever occasioned by) seven long nights of watching. He was now indeed the superb Rio Santo, the king of that brilliant army who perform their evolutions in the drawing rooms of the West end. The Chevalier Angelo Bembo offered him his hand, to assist him to mount the low steps of his carriage, befcre which the magnificent horses were impatiently pawing the ground. Rio Santo looked at him with a smile. Bembo, who had not before observed his features, drew back, struck with fearful admiration—he saw such an exuberance of strength and indomitable power) in the person who, but a few minutes previous, he had seen weak and attenuated. Oh, Don Jose, exclaimed he, that which would cast down the strongest men seems to pass by you Gomicbooks-com