The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 376: what you’re looking at

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374 MYSTERIES He threw himself back in his arm-chair, and Fanny Bertram heard him murmur,— , Oh! these six days lost! How happy ought Ito have been, when I be- lieved he loved me! thought the beautiful Fanny, whose iooks were rivetted to the face of Rio Santo. The latter rose, and rapidly glanced over the remaining letters. These were of all descriptions, and many were written on idioms, which the learned men of the Royal Society would have been puzzled to decipher. But Rio Santo was not a member of any academy. He hurriedly perused all these missives, and in each of them he found news favourable to his designs. Everything on that day succeeded to desire. From every part ci the globe was sent an army against his,powerful enemy. And then, when he arranged upon the table all these letters, which, in mute concert, appeared to promise him success and victory, a feeling of in- tense pride pervaded his heart. His noble features were illuminated by a iook of omnipotent power. He felt himself like the rebellious archangel, Cae pable of storming heaven itself. A few minutes afterward, the Marquis de Rio © Santo was announced in the drawing-room of the Prince Demetrius Tolstoy, embassador from | Russia, The Russian had just completed his toilet, and was going to an eveniug party at the palace, i On sesing Rio Santo, he assumed an affable air,}) and ordered the servants to send his equipagej, back to the stables, Comicbookscom .