The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 127: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 195 | Rio‘ Santo nee ‘gone into lady Campbell’s box, nere a place had been reserved for him ; but he turned, while making his round of visita, to the untess. He leaned upon the back of her arm- jair, and looking around the house, through his era: glass, with seeming indifference. | | Tsurely am not deceived ! he exclaimed sudden- , with joyous astonishment; there is th sa de Longueville! Where ? said the countess, : Yonder, madam; inthe box est tb. Miss—to ady Campbell, I mean, Will you permit me to ) and pay my respects to her? I was well ac- nainted with her in Paris. | How beautiful she is! said the countess ine pluntarily. | She was considered the most lovely woman of 26 Fauburg St. Germain, which is the'first piace 1 the world for meeting lovely .women, replied io Santo, bowing as he withdrew. = The countess locked at him intently for a mo- nent, and then again turned toward Susannah. _ The latter was really dazzling with magnificence nd beauty. She wore a dress of dark blug velvet, hich set off to perfection the warm colouring of ier shoulders, and the magnificent contour of her ust, upon which reposed a magnificent diamond ~ roach, which, at every movement, emitted i ee Rigs 3 rariegated and dazzling lustre, Her beautiful — cae lack hair, which had been submitted to the Cc e ha ff some master of his art, now fell in” ‘symme~ nc (a rical masses around her head’ and appearedag@ ; ugh weighed down by their own luxurious: alias sities sags 3 comicbhooks-coms