The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 200: what you’re looking at

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198 MYSTERIES Tyrrel—an old man. The moment he places his foot upon the threshold of the door, you must do as you have been ordered. No objections, added he, imperiously, you have entered into a cere you must fulfil it. Lord Trevor was just entering the done when he perceived Susannah ; her back was turned to- wardhim. He stopped suddenly. Now then! whispered Tyrrel. A tear of anger and of burning shame rose to Susannah’s eyes, but she instantly bent down to- ward Frank Percival, and kissed his forehead, An expression of profound grief escaped from Lord Trevor. Who’s there ? asked the blind man. Instead of making any reply, Lord Trevor left the room, and hastily descended the staircase. You may now withdraw, whispered Tyrrel, in Susannah’s ear, Thanks! thanks! ‘Lord Trevor, as he passed b¥ old Jack, address- ed some angry words to him, and hurried into bis carriage, which instantly drove off. Frank, however, had suddenly awakened on feeling the pressure of Susannah’s lips upon his forehead. He had perceived, as in a dream, the frowning features of Lord Trevor, and the en: ehanting face of the lovely girl bending over him. He closed his eyes again, uttering afaint murmur, Ina few seconds he re-opened them, and gazing around him, saw only the good Sir Edmund Mac- kenzie sitting by his bedside. I have just had a most strange vision, said he, ayy ; Lsaw Lord Trevor—and there was a lady too! I more than saw her, for I atill feel Upon a