The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 155: what you’re looking at

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ve OF LONDON. : 153 ) my carriage, my lord; you see that Mary is re- covering herself. One word only, Lady Campbell, said the Mar- quis, in a beseeching tone; have I lost your good favour in doing that which, in my place every igentleman would have done ? . I do not know, my lord—I do not know. And if my poor dear Mary did not love you, I believe But her senses are returning. Rio Santo kissed Lady Campbell’s hand, and then hurried towards the entrance of the theatre, li must be accomplished to morrow, said he, using ; this event will hasten the catastrophe; and at all costs, I will be the husband of Miss Trevor. Poor Frank! reiterated Lady Campbell; he must be very unhappy. But-l tremble when I think that the marquis might have been wounded in his stead. What a dreadful blow that would have been to this poor child! | The Signora Briotta reaped an incalculable harvest of bouquets and of applause. The gal- leries, which had been silent or nearly so, during the opera, were now threatened with destruction rom the violent stamping of the multitude whicb they contained. _ The carriage of the Princess de Longueville! ba afootman in a splendid livery Susannah ad almost forgot hernoble name, The countess ade her good bye, as she was leaving her to get into her own carriage, | Susannah sprang into hers. She was hardly Be gated, when a man’s hand drew up the window. | ‘Princess, at the same moment said Tyrrel, the Eomichooks-com