Penny Dreadfuls, 1865 · page 143 of 204
Rose Mortimer; Or, The Ballet-Girl's Revenge — page 143: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page is an illustration with accompanying prose from a Victorian penny dreadful serial. The engraving depicts a dramatic nocturnal confrontation between a woman and an Arab man on what appears to be castle battlements, with a full moon visible. The text shows dialogue in which the Arab demands five thousand pounds from "the poor girl" (identified as Miss Walgrave), who initially appears stunned but then regains her composure and dignity, refusing to provide the money immediately and dismissing him with threats.
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