The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 20: what you’re looking at

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18 MYSTERIES singular scene. The beautiful features of tne despairing Jewess exposed a supernatural tran- quillity, while the eye of Tyrrel sparkled with a strange fire. But if I should restore to you the life you led in your father’s house ? ee W hat, my life P the life of other days ? * i T will restore it. | The girl hesitated for an instant, fixing a pene- trating gaze upon the countenance of her compa: nion; but suddeniy disengaging her arm, she ap- proached the river, saying, No, no; all this has been promised to me before: my soul and body belong to him. Girl, I am blind. The words reached the ears of Susannah, as she was balancing over the parapet, beneath which rolled the dark waters of the Thames. She start- ed back. Blind! she repeated; then what can you want of me? T want your determination, your spirit. Susannan dropped her head upon her bosom. One day, she muttered, I fell dying with famine and fatigue, upon the threshold of that woman, who has abused me; in exchange for my liberty _ she gave me bread! ‘nothine but bresd! Why | eannot | be a servant again P Do yeu aecept, then ? asked Tyrrel. What am I to do? Ge The blind man drew from bis pocket, a well | filled purse, and placed it in Susannah’s hand, | Hear me, said he: 1 purchase you net for myself, | Iam blindand feeble. but for others; foran asso- | -g¢iation which is far seeing and powerful. Iknow]}