The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 139: what you’re looking at

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h 4 thee Rese * ys Dy A -” wre ‘ ~. OF LONDON, 18% 6 cas moved, and the cloak of coldness, which usually enveloped him, was thrown aside as if by enchant- ment, . | You loveme! he repeated, in an agitated voice, Alas, madam, do you know me? are you in the least acquainted with the life of folly I have led P ‘asto me, madam, I do not leve you ; I will not Jove you—it would be cruelty, perfidy to do so! Susannah locked at him. and.a smile lighted up her features, and dried her tears. You will love me, she said, oh, you will love me; I feel you will, I know it; your voice has told me so, though your words deny it. _ Yes, I will love you, said he at length, in a ‘deep and impassioned tone; I will give you as ‘Much of my heart as I can give you madam,— Many wise people consié$r me as a madman, and really, sometimes I feel halfinclined to be of their | Opinion—stay ! | Brian pronounced this word in a dry and hur- ‘Yied tone. His eyes, which till that moment had been passionately fixed upon the lovely face of Susannah, darted a look of bitterness and anger toward the centre boxes. He had at that moment discovered the drowsy and apparently wearied features of his brother, the Earl of White Manor. _ Madame, rejoined he, making an effort toresume ae mask of coldness, if you love me for ten mi- ‘Butes longer, I will inreturn love you all my life. He arose and went out precipitately, leaving ‘Susannah perfectly astounded. The countess, f ith great amiability, took care not to remark — pe his incident, and appeared to give all her.atten- AGS orton Comichooks.Gcom).