The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 101: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 99 Jack kept close behind him. The old servant had not divested himself of his suspicions. He still held the dirk in his hand, and his eye un- ceasingly interrogated the emotions displayed in | Stepben’s face, Hoe waited ready to strike with- out mercy, upon the slightest signal given him by Stephen. No pity was to be expected from him, It might even be affirmed, that he would have been glad to have caught the doctor in default, that be - might avenge the cowardly assassination attempted upon the dying Percival. His countenance, usually So serene, so candid, was wrinkled and contracted, his blue eyes, in general so submissive, were now animated by an expression of pitiless determination and shot forth beams of anger from beneath his knitted brows, There was no longer a courteous smile upon his lip; nis stature, bent by habit and by age, had all atonce resumed its primitive height, In a word, he was strong, and resolute, and. young. The doctor had his back toward him, but he could ciearly perceive his movements, which were reflected in a looking glass that hung before him, Perhaps this living threat contributed not a little to give a species of mathematical precision to all the doctor did. However in proportion to the progress of the cperation, the heart of old Jack gradually softened. He still maintained his threat- ening gestures, but in his soul a great change had» occurred. When Frank Percival opaned his eyes _ for the first time after his long continued swoon, Jack’s eyebrows again distended, the lightnings which shot from his eyes were veiled in tears . oy, and they were extinguished, oe « Me Wt, * ee ate ea, ve: % me : : ~ a POA COMMKE NX Sao