The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 198: what you’re looking at

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196 : MYSTERIRS You should be firm, my dear, said he, hiding his emotion under an affected tone of harshness ; and then he added to himself, aside, Ah, that ras- eal Frank! that rascal Frank ! I am firm, father, said Mary, with some effort : but what are we waiting, for, my lord? We came to see Frank Percival, and this is his house, Lord Trevor hesitated for a minute, and then addressed his daughter in an affectionate, but firm tone. Mary, I have acted too precipitately ; you ought not to be here. I will not, at all events, carry my imprudence so far as to expose a daugh- ter of the house of Trevor to any indignity—you must remain in the carriage—lI will alone see the Honourabie Frank Percival. About half.an hour before this, the unfortunate blind man, Sir Edmund Mackenzie, had seated himself by the bedside of Frank Percival. Stephen Macnab, who had passed the whole of the pre- ceding night and the greater part of the day with his friend, took advantage of the presence of the excsllent Sir Edmund, and of his obliging offer to await his return, to hasten to Cornhill, to let his friends know of Frank’s improving state. He A had not seen his mother sincethe precedingnight, nor Ciara, the thought of whom had shortened his night’s watch. But Sir Edmund being there, he could leave Frank without uneasiness, for the gocd blind gentleman had known Frank long, and Frank’s mother also—as he knew everybody, — indeed. Who was there in London who did not know, who did. not love the good Sir Edmund Mackenzie? Frank had certainly behaved rudely — to him the night of the ball at Trevor House; — | soriciae <S. con A CAA Oe ; {