The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 138: what you’re looking at

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136 MYSTERIES countess, and had made a step toward the door, suddenly changed his mind, and without ceremo- ny seated himself near Susannah, | The countess wa3 engaged in conversation with the newcomer. It was therefore a regular tete- a-tete. Brian remained some seconds without speaking. He fixed upon Susannah a singular continued and penetrating look. The poor girl trembled; her vigorous pature cowered under it, it overcame her, it enslaved her, A world of confused thoughts pressed upon her brain. Her heart beat violently within her, as though it had suddenly swelled, and wanted room and air. You are lovely, madam, at length said Brian, in a grave and sorrowful voice, It would have — been better if I had not seen you. He paused, and took Susannah’s hand, which she did not withdraw. l am not afraid of ridicule, pursued he; if I have been deceived, in order to be rallied after= wards, signifies but little to me, so that I have your forgiveness, which I implore beforehand. I have been told that you love me, madam. Tt is true! replied Sasannah. Brian de Lancaster remained as if amazed at this unexpected answer. His eyes fell involunta: rily. When he again raised them, he perceived two tears which were slowly rolling down the cheeks of the lovely girl. Brian de Lancaster was an Englishman in the full meaning of the word. Emotion.and he bad always been strangers. And on this account, when emotion did, as it were by an impossible chance, find its way into his heart, ittook it by assault. He was moved, passionately > © comicbooks.com te - t *