The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 56: what you’re looking at

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De he ye. 54 MYSTERIES make honourable love to a girl he met at the cor- ner of the street. It is true, murmured Susannah, who turned pale as usual after an avoided danger, ; It is not thus that you are destined to meet him, princess; but in some splendid party at the West End, in Almack’s, or in the Park behind the glas- ses of your carriage emblazoned with your arms, True, true, repeated Susannah, he has driven power and riches from my mind, Yesterday I was promised riches. She rose, and as if the sense of vision had just been bestowed upon her, she gazed around the apartment ; the sight of which brought a smile of joy to her lips, and her joy was more beautiful than her grief. Well, very well, she exclaimed, they havs fulfilled their promise, this is as brill. | liant as the house now in ruins once was, be= 8 fore my father was hung. I will paint beautiful | Howers and give them to you, madame. I will J sing for you when,—when [ shall see him! Be The first words were spoken in a joyful tone, . but the last in an imperative and passionate man- ner. The old lady reflected a moment, with her small wrinkled hands crossed upon her knees and her eyes partially closed. You will see him this evening; said she at length. This evening, repeated her companion, who ‘started like an excited gazelle; this evening, and resuming her imposing attitude, She gave her hand with exquisite grace to the French lady, and said in a low tone of infinite gratitude— For this, dear madam, I will ever love yout. Pr 1 ot my " . i . comicbooks. com)