The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 202: what you’re looking at

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260 MYSTERIES Stephen came into the room ; he had’just. left his cousins in Cornhill, from whence he bad come as fast as a cab could bring him. It could not, therefore, be either Clara or Anna. My God! my God! exclaimed Frank, in com- plete agony. I then did really see Lord Trevor. He, the father of Mary, was there—and a woman was leaning over me—he saw her—and he then said— Frank could not utter anather word—he fell back heavily on his pillow, and fainted. When Frank had completely recovered his senses, he found Stephen standing on one side of the bed, and the Countess of Derby on the other, The latter wished to withdraw from the room, but Stephen did all he could to prevail upon her | to remain. Frank seemed to have no recolleetion of what had passed. My friend, said Stephen to him, while feeling his pulse, you are still, 1 am afraid, too weak to. undergo the emotions to which you will be sub- jected, and which, as your physician, 1 ought avert. But the whole happiness of your life being threatened, the friend must put aside the profes: sionalman. Listen to me. A cruel blow has been prepared against you. I recollect, said Frank, in a plaintive tone’ Oh, then it was nota deta, ‘No, replied Stephen, firmly ; what you saw wasreal, There is now a barrier between you and Miss Trevor. Her father—mylast hope! groaned Percival. Courage, my friend! If I speak thus to you in in your present enfeebled state, you must '