The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 57: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 55 whats lady slink her head slcwly. My poor said she, you jeve him much—you love him uch. Such love is dangerous, because it to imprudence, Can you keep secrets from too leads” ‘him p No, replied Susannah; I should tell him ail that [knew. | That would be your destruction. [tis no matter, and Susannah lost her smile, — ‘and knitted her brow. I do not threaten, my child, continued the old . lady, and your anger is superfluous ; but i have only informed you of the truth—hear me: I know as well as any one, the audacious and eccentric ‘dispesition of the Right Honourable Brian de Lancester; should you but whisper a word, he will understand the whole; he wiil attempt to hot count its members; hei is poor and powerless; t nere are among us, nobles whose power and opu-~- . lence 9 area sees 6 ; in the first encounter he wal be. broken like glass. I will be silent, interrupted Susannah, oppose them, and such an opposition is certain — death. He is but one man; the agsociation can- Ebelieve you will, my child, continued the dow- ager, fixing upon her niece a penetrating look, you will be silent; for eyes and ears surround you. You must learn how to enjoy your present happiness, without indulging a foolish caprico ; you are the Princess de Longueville , what secrets can be asked of you? - You will give him your love, and that is enough. What! a poverty~- stricken second son, beloved by the > widow of ¢ ‘ /‘ Roimiebeoket om | OF RAGE the OP eg PL SP | Sa Te & 4 S.-i es OL Sey ele ee eee ae (ot