The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 54: what you’re looking at

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52 MYSTERIES F : nervous trembling, There was great cunningin — those eyes, great expression in those features, a certain dignity and command in her manner, and a certain smile playing around her lips, which wasnot without itsclaimtodistinction. The owner of these inquisitive eyes was a diminutive oldlady, wrapped up in a dress of black satin; she. stepzed cautiously at the door, fixed a prolonged glance, that indicated close and expert observation, upon the graceful form before her, and, having com- pleted her examination, made a gesture of appro- val and satisfaction. Perfect! perfect! she uttered in a suppressed tone, Commend me to a blind man for discover: ing a pretty woman. She now coughed, and pushed back the door. Susannah turned siowly. My dear child, said the old lady, I am the dow- ager Duchess de Greves; you are the widow of — my unfortunate nephew, Prince Philip de Longue- ville, who died in the flower of his eage,and whom I shall regret all my life. Embrace me, my dear neice, The old French lady now inclined toward — Susannah and kissed her. s Princess, she continued, I hope you will not Pm forget the name of your husband, for whom you have been in mourning this six months, Philip de Longueville, my dear child, Philip de Longue- ville—you understand, Let us now proceed to business. Please to read this letter which is directed to you. Susannah took the letter, opened it and read as follows: si When you separated from the individual who saved your life, last evening, you went in the dics eae “ee Bieta "\ en a ol nest; ‘ ¥ —-. . - Gn dig re, >< . 7 * . ; - ! vee? ; “comicbooks. com ntl REO 8s ae Fe cee