The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 94: what you’re looking at

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92 . MYSTERIES | room with a vacant and fearful gaze. He was | alone. The recollection floated vaguely before; his imagination, but did not penetrate it. He! had a glimmering consciousness of some frightful | and recent disaster; but he could not—it seemed | he dared not—attempt to dissipate the shadows | which clouded his recollection, because their) clearing off would reveal too dreadful a calamity, | While he thus attempted to avoid all explan-| ation with himself, his eyes fell upon the family | escutcheon, around which appeared the fatal | motto, The sight of this seemed at once to strike | him to the heart, for he cried out loudly, and in. great anguish : His honour, 2 duel, blood! I saw the corpse of | | Frank Percival. Hush! cried an unknown voice, which proceed- ed from the door communicating with the next | room, and which was partially opened, as you | value your life. Jack got upon his knees, and crawled toward the door. I can hear nothing, murmured he, fixing his ear against the opening *of the doors nothing. What can they be doing my God! Is he still living? Is he—— Jack had not the | courage to pursue the idea. A slight noise was | now heard in the adjoining room. It was like © the jarring of two pieces of steel, which were rubbed one against the other. Jack put his eye to the keyhole. He saw his | master’s bed in the centre of the room, it having © been drawn out of the alcove, in order to have | more light. Frank Percival was stretched ont | mialess upon it, kes eyes were closed, his face | “4 : . a4 RS §<Bki,-¢ i) < s: + “comicbooks.com