The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 46: what you’re looking at

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44 MYSTERIES ] believe I know all, my lady, was the response. All! no, Mr. Percival, you do not know all, Hear me, | am unhappy myself. I should like to relieve your trouble Frank did not understand her ladyship. A sad smile came over the countenance of the countess, Perbans I can afford you the means of opposing Rio Santo, for he cannot be conquered by erdinary weapons, Rio Santo again! murmured Frank, who felt in his heart a boundless hatred. Call on me to morrow, added the countess; what I bave to tell you must be said im private, and in a whisper, and with only two present; and even then she who speaks runs some danger as well as he who listens. T'o merrow, Mr. Frank Percival, and she bowed gracefully and left him, as if the conversation had been on the mest frivoloustepics. Frank however, had not equal control over himself, and bis distress of mind could be read in every fezture. He continued to walk, seeking some place to lean against, or seat te fall upon, alee we The loud and monotonous tone of the usher now annouvuced, emphatically—Don Jce Maria Lelles de Alarcon, Marquis of Rio Santo. The name of Rio Santo, pronounced in such a pompous manner, grated harshly upon the ears of Percival, and echoed like discordant music in his heart ; while he was seeklng his hated rival, fate cast him into his presence. Frank trembled with rage and ferccious joy. Headvanced tothe door _ re-> ~ ComIcbooks:.com| «2: sg%