The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 44: what you’re looking at

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42, MYSTERIES She was unable to encounter the gaze of her betrothed. She could not respond to his compli- ments. She stammered a few unintelligible words na broken voice. Wrank was overpowered with fear and astonishment. He attempted to speak but im vain, Lady Campbell touched his arm slightly with her fan, Did you have a pleasant journey? she asked, but suddenly changing her tone, added ; Not to- night; not to night, Tpeay you. Sheis cbserved and so are we. Frank was involved in a mystery. To morrow, continued Lady Comphell, in a voice 80 compassionate, that Frank was at once enlightened. To morrow ! will explain ail te you. Believe me ever your friend. The poor, child has suffered much and struggled much. | Frank was now WeRGering through the room endeavouring to repel the painful suspicion which had been awaksned within him. The reception of Lord Trevor had bsen cordial, and the words of Lady Campbell, admitted of several construe- tions; but could he mistake the coldness of Mary — a weldvcns which was so much in contrast with the cordiality of former days? Frank struggled in vain; the evidence of inconstancy was over= — _ powering. His friends came forward to greet him. What, really from the Simplon ? asked one. You must show me your album, Percival, said _ anether, How sad you are looking said a third; are you ; Biready acquainted with— With what? asked Frank, with anxiety. Comicbooks: com),