The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 392: what you’re looking at

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290 MYSTERIES _ hand, round which he had wrapped his handker- chief, had just been thrust through one of the panes of glass, The moment afterward, the French window opened, creaking upon its hinges, and Bembo jumped into the room. The fresh air rushed in with Bembo, and the flames ofthe wax candies, feeling its influence, flickered, and but dimly illuminated the room. Anna, who had at first made a movement to run away, uttered acry of joy, rushed forward, and fell into Bembo’s arms. Stephen! oh, my dear Stephen! exclaimed she, God has sent you to aid me. | A painful shudder ran through Bembo’s nerves, He felt himself almost fainting upon hearing these words, which, by a single blow, destroyed his dearest hopes. The flame of the candle, relieved from the sudden pressure of the air, again burnt brightly. Anna discovered her error, which had been oc- easioned, not so much by any resemblance be- tween the two young men, as in the preoccupation of her own mind, to which Stephen was always present. She withdrew herself from Bembo's arms, alarmed, and ran to conceal herself, to the other end of the room. Bembo did not attempt to follow her. The more beautiful, and innocent, and charming she appeared, the more was his heart afflicted. Oh, my God! how much I should have loved ¥ her, eae he, 4 Anna, however, poor child, became more and 7 _ more terrified, on seeing this stranger standing mo- | tionless before her, looking at her unceasingly; and GComiicbooks.;com —