The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 205: what you’re looking at

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6a de Vi Ue eer ! OF LONDON. 208 well founded, overwhelmed her, She sank back igainst the side of the carriage, and did not utter hnother word, Her father endeavoured to arouse 1er from this state of tnsenstDilty,. which alarmed nim. | My lord marquis, said Lord Trevor, i in a hasty and vexed tone: I this morning refused to give you my daughter, because I then had promised to f ive her to another. That other, whom I would aave preferred for my son in- law, to you, my lord, has released me from my promise, so that— | Lord Trevor hesitated | | Did I not tell you, my dear marquis? cried Lady amphell; my brother is an oid soldier, whose compliments are sometimes singularly expressed, but definitely you see he consents. Permit me madam, said Lord Trevor, interrupt- ng her; I have not promised anything. Miss Trevor is free. Let her choose a husband for hers self, and God grant she may be happy. At this moment, a loud noise was heard in the adjoining room. as if persons were disputing ; and i seemed that Lord Trevor’s servants were endea- uring to prevent the entrance of some person yho wished to force his way into the drawing- _ Give me your letter, said one of the footmen, I will deliver it to my lord. By St. Andrew, I will deliver it to him myself, Said a person, apparently out of breath. _ At last the door flew open, and old Jack, much — heated, and his clothes in disorder, precipitated himeelf tato the apartment, followed by two foot- comichooks:com