The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 73: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 71 black eyebrows, knit together witha long scar. drawn distinctly on his heated forehead. He saw -. all this as in a dream, but a burning fever for ven< geance was kindled in his mind. Bias! + The preceding evening had been an era in Ste= phen’s life. His affection which, from want of obstacles, had hitherto vaciliated between his two _ cousins, were now fixed upon one with an intensity and viclence, which could only be produced by the flames of jealousy being mingled with those of first love. He had, therefore, returned from the church, sad and thouphtfal ; finding no delight in those pleasures and amusements which had, but yesterday, been his kappiness and solace. | of At ten o’clock, his mother entered, and after having expressed her surprise at the abstracted Manner, aad fixed determinaiion of her son, not _ to go to the bail, she placed in his hands a letter, _ which bore a foreign post mark. From Frank! he exclaimed quickly, with a - face to which serenity was partially restored. I haye learned to know this hand writing, my - son, because the sight of it rendered you 80 ~ happy. * fee ives to day! He must have arrived now, € Poor Frank! poor Frank! he also will be—— He also, repeated the mother; are you fen } SO unbappy, my son. Stephen forced asmile to his face, and the good mother, reassured, left the apartment; but she had hardly gone, before two gentle raps. were heard at the door and a sweet female voice — _ breathed through the keyhole, Thank you, thank . Seg my dear cousin, ae Se ~ - . SECS anaed 3 Comicbooksscom