The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 199: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 197 but Stephen was not aware of that fact, and moreover, the poor blind man had never borne malice toward any one. Frank had passed rather a feverish night. He was now asleep. Old Jack was attending to some h ousehold mattersfon the ground floor; it was he who opened the door to Susannah. The Hon. Frank Percival ? said Susannah. He lives here, my lady, said Jack, but no one-~ can see him. He is ill, rejoined Susannah, repeating, though most unwillingly, the lesson she had been taught. I know that—it is for that reason that I have come, Stephen Macnab thought it might be im- prudent to leave his friend alone with a person deprived of sight. Go up stairs, madam, go up stairs, and may God bless you, and all who feel an interest in the house of Percival. Susannah hastened to take advantage of the permission. Upon entering the invalid’s room, Susannah was met, face to face, by Tyrrel the blind man.— It was the first time that she had seen him in : broad daylight ; she nevertheless instantly recog- nised him. Tyrrel directed his large, but sightless eyes towards he?. } Who’sthere? said he, in a low voice. She whom you were waiting for, replied Su- sannah., They heard a knocking at the house door— Tyrrel drew Susannah toward the bed, and made her lean down over the sick man, as though affec _ tionately observing him. | m A man will come into the room, continued 4 comicbooks:com