The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 201: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 199 my forehead the pressure of- her icy lips, It. was not Mary. _ My dear Frank, said the poor old man, sighing _ very deeply, I cannot tell whether you have been - dreaming or not. I heard some one walking in the room—but my poor eyes, you know— Ring for Jack, sir, if you please, then, cried _ Frank, interrupting him; you heard some one ~ - walking in the room,.do you say P Jack hastened into the room, directly he heard, the bell. | | Who has been here? cried Frank, much agi« tated. np Don’t you know, your honour? [ said to my=" self that you could not have recognized Lord Trevor, or he would not have been so out of humour. Lord Trevor! reiterated Frank. | He has just left the house, your honour, swear: ing that he never will see you again. | What can this mean ? exclaimed Frank, sitting up. | PYou have even affronted the young lady, too; © ‘and a pretty girl she is. She has just run out, like a— What young girl >—what lady ?—of whom are. ‘you talking? cried Frank, who seemed sae in amazement, (3 ” - One of Mr. Stephen’s cousins, to be sure— either Miss Anna or Miss Clara, Oh, said Frank, somewhat relieved at this ins 3 formation. ___ And here is Mr. Stephen, cried Jack, and now ; ‘a hata be able to tell us, f nBee eS | comicbooks.com —