The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 42: what you’re looking at

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A0 MYSTERIES steamers, many old ladies, with poodles in their laps. Bat when he reached home, the house- keeper presented him with a billet-doux eight days old, inviting him to spend the evening with Lord James Trevor. Frank had scarcely time to arrange his toilet for the ball. CHAPTER V. The magnificent architecture of Trevor House rises between a‘park anda garden, that stretch along Norfolk-atreet. The principal front is sur- rounded by a beautiful grove, beyond which ex- pands a plot of green verdure encircled with thick sbrubbery, designed to conceal the wall that separates it from the ample garden. It is ene of those old and splendid pataces that makes us regret the -pri ECON style of former days, and throws i into the shade tke comfortable mansion . of modern London. OQ. the evening in question, the lofty windows ee an mi icc of the front building were brilliantly illuminated, and the poor sentry that guarded the statue of Achilies—erected i in honour of the Duke of Wel- — lington—might have descried through the leafless braaches of the surrounding trees, the light of the lamps, softened by the intervening drapery. _The hour for the ball had now arrived; the — apartments were gradually filling with guests, -. and the orchestra, filled by Angelini, the king of _ quadrills, until he was dethroned by Julian, tho ee Comicbooks.com