The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 189: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 187 ting into debts hasgone by with me. No one ‘would now lend me a farthing. Whence then do jyou imagine, madame, I obtain the means of living ? Tam sure I cannot guess, replied Susannah, who would rather he had spoken of ‘his affection for her. I will tell you—you alone in the world will io it. A mysterious hand, madam, throws to me, every month, a periodical alms. | That’s his great secret, is it? grumbled Tyrrel : I have had good reason to know something of that before. | Hush, hush, my lord, let’s listen, said the curi- ous little woman. | Every, month, continued Brian, some way or other, but always most mysteriously, I receivefone hundred pounds sterling. i Brian pronounced these last words in a lobe oice, and very despondingly. | You have been near death, also? exclaimed Susannah, whose large eyes were bathed in tears. ; J know not, said Brian, speaking in so low a voice, that Susannah was obliged to bend toward . to catch their import—I know not madam ; m my head was full of hatred, and despair is a bad counsellor. But, after all, he’ is my brother, and ‘God would perhaps have been merciful enough to allow me to die beforel struck. Oh, yes madam, — y es I do believe, and I trust that you believe it — too 0, that i was nearer death than I was then to ; cr: me, _B ian was deadly pale. There was a wildness i h easel looks, and his cold hand which aa * ~ comicbooks-com.