The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 55: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 53 ection of Goodman’s fields-—-the Jewish quarter of the city, and wandered for some time around the ruins of a demolished tenement. The letter was not gigned. For what purpose have I been followed ? asked the Jewess, throwing from her the letter, and staring at the old lady. If these peopie are powerful what is it to me? The French woman smiled, and drew toward her the hand of Susannah. They can do everything, she replied, giving to her voice a mysterious accent. You have wept much, have you not? Oh! yes replied the Jewess, You will forget how to weep; you will not know the appearance of tears. Is the man you _ love powerful and rich ? _ I believe heis poor: he often borrowed money , of my father, at the time there was gold in the sp lepidatad house of Goodman’s Fields. _ What is his name? ' Brian de Lancaster, replied the girl, with pride. Brian de Lancaster! repeated the French lady, unable to restrain a gesture of disdain. Brian de Lancester, the poor brother of the rich Earl of White Manor! Good God! my child, and is it for this de Lancester that you have wept so much? Susannah made an affirmative sigh. Poor dear! exclaimed the duchess, if he had passed along, he would not have perceived you; — and if he had noticed you, you, were lost. You are amazed, I see, but I L rere my word—lost. Gomichbooks=com