The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 196: what you’re looking at

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é a94 MYSTRRINS ie) destroyed the tissue of sophistry which had beea — raised like a dark veil between her and her love. — She had reassumed the reins of her own consci- ence, and her moral slavery was instantly termi- nated. She was herself again. She thought with _ her own intelligence, she ‘elt with her own heart. © She no longer entertained any doubts, any uncer- tainty. One only image reigned despotically in © the recesses of hersoul. Not a single thought ~ was turned toward Rio Santo, that man who was so handsome, so fascinating, so superior to all Other men—that demi-god who had been so long pointed out to her, and whom she had been ex- | horted to admire and adore, All her mind was engrossed by Frank, who had no one to espouse his cause, but whom all seemed to unite in calum- | miating. Mary had recovered quite from her | moral weakness. All the generous instincts of — woman were at once aroused in her. She was at | that moment strong and courageous enough to | undertake to conquer that domestic tyranny which | she had shaken off as it were by accident. A | soft and roseate tinge pervaded her before pallia | eheeks. She suddenly took her father’s is and looked at him imploringly. - My lord, said she, my ideas are much confused and the cruel words of my aunt have returned to | me, like those we sometimes hear in the course of © a painful dream. But you—I think I heard you say—when Frank was accused of being false to me—did you not say | know it? ‘ Mary released her father’s hand, and leaned her | head against the side of the carriage, and her © former weakness again assailed her. They hat