The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 74: what you’re looking at

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72 MYSTERIES It was the voice of Anna, who had for the past. | week employed all her elcequence to dissuade | Stephen from attending the ball, for she, too, had | her artiess jealousies, and could easily understand | with how many attractions ladies of quality were | surrounded. | It’s Anna’s voice, muttered Stephen after a | moment’s silence. Clara willnot come; she cares | not whether I am at the ball, or at home. | He leaned his brow upon his hand. How beautiful she was! How proud would I have been of that one glance! Yes, I love her; — and have only discovered.it since I have lost her. | But who can this stranger be? he asked himself, | with sudden violence. Where did he become acquainted with her? Was she actually looking — at him? He never has been in this house; she never has met him elsewhere. What is the mean- ing of this mystery ? CHAPTER IX. Stephen was lost in the meditations which rushed through his mind, His disposition was one whose suspicions are easily aroused, and which © -does not hastily abandon them. Buton the even- ing in question, the first consciousness of love had passed through his soul. He sighed, like all the — roines of Richardson or Miss Porter concen- © rated into one; and sighs, it is well known, lull all suspicions, as the warm breezes melt the, snow which covers the meadows, ee . = o ~ ee! y ad ets ‘ a comicbooks.com) a lh