The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 50: what you’re looking at

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48 MYSTERIES B Percival turned quickly, but discovered no 7 but atall individual, with a stoical face, wiping; laboriously a gigantic quizzing glass. 4 What did you say? asked the young man, | sternly, . { said nothing, replied the phlegmatic pérson- age, with a German accent, who was no other ) than Doctor Mullen, You socke to me, sir. , : i did not open my lips, repeated the doctor, © turning his back on Frank. ; Our friend was mow convinced that he had mistaken, that hia ears had deceived him, and | that the excitement of his temper might have | made the apparent impression Epon his organs of § sound. | The marquis had now joined Lady Campbell and her niece, and the place in which they were stationed became the centre of attraction and ins terest. He was received by the mistress of the mansion, with the most distinguished cordiality; © she expressed her regret at his late arrival, and spoke of the sadness which his delay had thrown | over the ordinary cheerfulness of her niece. Was my absence the oniy cause ef Miss Tre- vor’s regret? asked the marquis, smiling biandly. Mary attempted to summon a responding smile, but her embarrassment and despondency were in- creased by the presence of the marquis, who had now lost the mystical terror with wiich he had at first inspired her; that influence no longer dimi- nished the effect of fascinating powers which no daughter of Eve could long withstand. When | Rio Santo was near, when she was exposed to his | ‘omicbooks. s.com |