The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 132: what you’re looking at

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130 MYSTERIES turned her head in another direction, to allow her companion to indulge in, and recover from her emotion. Susannah was expecting to see Brian de Lan- easter enter the box in which she was sitting. It was, therefore, with painful surprise, that she perceived him sitting in the one opposite, taiking with Lady Campbell. She hung down her head, and she became sorrowful. He is coming, said a voice in her ear soon. Susannah turned around. There was no one behind her, but the large screen, which shaded the next box, appeared to oscillate ; and Susannah - thought that she perceived, as it waved to and fro, the unmeaning profile of Tyrrel, the blind man, She leaned forward in order to see more distinctly, but the ecreen no longer moved. However, the worthy Captain Paddy O’Chrane, instead of buying the oranges which he had pro- mised to thered faced,and too credulous landlady of the King’s arms, descended with stately steps | the principal staircase of the tneatre, and reached } the portico, As he deseended, he frequently | scratched his right ear—a certain siga of his | bewilderwent—and muttered between his teeth some pitiful lamentations, in which the most contradictory epithets were so jumbled together, that the words themselves must have been per- fectly amazed at such conjunction. Incidentally, and by way of punctuation, he every now and then used his favourite phrase of ‘May the devil | fetch me.’ of The devil, however, turned a deaf ear to Bis S| solicitations, doubtless being lg to. load} “ comicbo«