The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 400: what you’re looking at

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398 MYSTERIES between Mr. Rowley and the bed, with her arms crossed upon her chest. Well, well, grumbled the assistant poisoner, re- traating another step, I surely am not afraid of this Amazon ? oh,no! And besides, with my new pre- paration, it would not require more than three seconds, three fifths, and a fraction, to pepper her properly. But be that as it may, I shouid like to gef her out of this before the doctor comes home, This wish of the worthy Rowley was not to be realized ; for almost immediately afterward, the door was abruptly opened, and Doctor Moore, with a gloomy air, and a frowning brow, entered the room. What isthe meaning of all this, sir ? said he, sharply addressing Rowley. Sir Edmund passed through the secret door, replied the assistant- surgeon, whispering to Moore, and he brought that—tbat iady—with him, This is no place for that lady, sir. Withdraw, and beg of her to follow you. Sir, said Susannah, in a low, but firm tone of voice: I shal! not leave this room. Susannah turned her head toward Clara. Oh, do not akandon me! cried the poor girl, who thought there was some degree of indecision in Susannah’s movement, Abandon you! cried Susannah, throwing her arms around her. Oh no, Ciara! I know no power that can separate me from you. ) The door was again opened. This time it was Tyrrel who entered the room. No one paid any attention to his entrance. Instead of advancing into the centre of the room, he remained, cold) » comichooks;com