The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 217: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, ~ 215 the ale, before the potency of the narcotic began to produce its effects. They at first felt a genial warmth spreading through their frame, and, asit were, a renewed energy. Anna began singing a sweet Scotch air. Clara gave to her thoughts their usual direction, and for the first time since — many days, a gleam of hope seemed to brighten in her soul, And then both of them felt as if the flooring of the room was undulating beneath their feet. Anna smilingly closed her eyes. Ciara suddenly turned pale, and endeavoured, with a strong effort, to keep herself steady. A vague suspicion just then entered her mind. My sister! my poor Anna! cried she, in a heart-rending voice, Anna heard ; her lips opened. I have loved him so long, she said, in that happy tone of voice in which persons express themselves who have suffered, and who see happiness again opening to their view; a very long time, Clara. Yesterday, I thought that you loved him.: Oh! my dear sister, how 1 then wept while you were sleeping ! Ciara pressed her hands convulsively to her forehead, Father! father! cried she, loudly, are you not here to save your child? If I am tobe lost, yet Heaven grant she may be saved, Mrs, Gruff, however, fearing that Clara’s cries — might reach the ears of the laird, slowly descended — the stairs, and made a signal to her husband, who immediately went to her. Take your violin, said she. My violin, my dear wife! reiterated Gruff ass tonished at the order, Comicbooks»com