The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 178: what you’re looking at

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176 MYSTERIES voured to raise one of the curtains. The fingers of the little woman, as cold and hard as if they were of ivory, seized the soft hand of Lady B—, In the name of Heaven! exclaimed Lady B—, where are you taking me? Yes, your excellency, my noble husband the | Count Cantacousini—but that does not signify—_ if your serene excellency wishes to alight, I a do nothing to prevent her—only that your said — highness will go away with empty hands. 4 Lady B— felt about the seat of the coach for the box which she had placed upon it, but it had | _ disappeared. 4 My God! my God! she muttered. If, on the contrary, rejoined the little lady, © your excellency wishes to remain bere, she must | not touch these curtains, which were fixed here | expressly for your excellency. ; The journey continaed. The ceach had passed) through noises of all descriptions, which ring from | morn to night through all the streets of London. | These continued for a long time—then the noise diminished, then it ceased al] atonee. The wheels © no longer bounded over a pavement, they seemed © to be passing through a soit tenacious clay. | We shall soon arrive at our journey’s end, said” the little lady. a Almost ‘ame dighels afterward, the hackney © coach stopped and the door was opened. 4 Your highness may now lcok about as much as > she pleases, said the little lady, smiling very ami-~ cably; she will deign to wait for me amoment. — The coachman presented her his arm; the teh ee 4 “.