The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 370: what you’re looking at

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368 - MYSTERIES then she became motionless: over the head of | the man who was about to enter, the man she | loved so ardently, she had, alas, suspended dis- honour, or perhaps death. She fell back trem- | bliag into her arm chair. Rio Sinto entered the room, and felt the hand, which be was about rais- ing to his lips, tremble within his grasp. | The emotion of the countess was contagious, Rio Santo, overcome by sudden embarrassment, | Isc fall the hand be had been about to kiss, and |} fixed on Lidy Derby one of those serutinizing looks which feeble or subjugated hearts cannot | withstand. | Poor Ophelia, said be c»mpassionately, what | afflictions has my leve brougit upon you. You} are the most noble, and the most lovely of ali the| women of whom [ retain remembrance I love | you as much as [ did formerly, even more tenderly| than [ have ever loved you, and it shall not be} Said that you have bent the knee to me in vain.|| Sit down; take a pen, Ophelia, and write to thel| honourable Frank Percival. | T i¢ countess immediately obeyed. Rio Santo) leaned over the back of her arm-chair, a | wish you piainly to understand, that Percival | has nothing to fear from me, madam ; for your slirhtest wishes wiil be attended to by me, as the - orders of a master. Bat I am the. property of | others, and what appears to you! to be my withis: but my destiny. Was I not constrained to tear) myself from you, and forego the a isd | joyed with youP Write, I beg of you. » © Lady Derby dipped her Py in. the inkstaad and the sraghirg continued = 1 O10 BE Rin py Comicbooks;com