The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 194: what you’re looking at

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192 | MYSTERIES Lord Trevor was still walking in thé garden, — when a servant ran to him quite out of breath, to j} tell him that Miss Mary was ill, and that she | wished to speak to him. Lord Trevor hurried — back into the house. He found his daughter re-— clining in an arm chair, her face covered with her hands. She was sobbing, the tears ran through her fingers and fell upon her clothes. Lady Campbell was much agitated, and perhaps re- pented the communication she had made, and was , endeavouring to assuage her grief. See, my lord, see, said she, this isFrank’s do- ing—what he has done is altogether shameful, © brother—he has a mistress. | i know it, madam, coldly replied Lord Trevor, tearing up the last fragment of the anonymous | letter he had received that morning. | The poor child loves a5 no longer, rejoined © Lady Campbell. i Who is it that says so? exclaimed Mary, sud- | denly uncovering her face, which was of death- like paleness, Poor child, murmured Lady Campbell, with the greatest possible:sincerity ; she is delirous, | Lord Trevor commanded her to be silent, by a gesture, Now. they calumniate him, rejoined Mary; | they say he loves another—ah, it is too horrible’ thus to calumniate a wounded, perhaps a dying’ man. A dying ‘man ? reiterated Lord Trevor: what | does this mean, madam. Frank Percival- has fought a duel, my lord, res plied Endy Campbell, somewhat ombacneta P. i ~ : 4 J ‘ , / hl A y ; sr a Hobe hv) aes | ‘ ee ae BS oi Le ef ye ~~ oe : comicbooks.com onck oe) 4* - he a= | Rat ie x 2 Ay