The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 235: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. | 230 in the evening, after he had dismissed all his court and very frequently the day dawned before our interviews had terminated. Really, my lord! exclaimed the prince. | . Yes very often! rejoined Rio Santo, who ap- peared to be carried away by his recollections 3 one morning after a long conversation, in which I had ardently and enthusiastically advocated my political principles, his majesty designed to seize my hand and pressed it warmly, and then affixed to my breast the cross which you now. see. And he pointed to the brilliant cross of a commander of the order of St. George of Russia, which was - hanging between those of the black eagle of Prus-,” sia,and of Maria Theresa of Austria. The prince half rose up, but sat down again, holding himself as stiffly as tho most cee etiqutte required. Nicholas Paulowitsch, resumed Rio Santo, does not forget me, prince, and maintains a most re- _ - spectful place in my remembrance. | The marquis paused, and seemed to be pomeer: ing on scenes which had long since passed. * _ stoy remained silent and immoveable, as does ; | well bred Russian, in the presence of his supe rior. I beg your excellency’s pardons said Rio Santo, _ suddenly shaking of his revery. | A long and serious conference then ensued be-~ ‘tween the marquis and the embassador. The latter yielded in every point, and formal! _ took to bring over to the projects of Ri ~ _ the Ministers from every foreign power, then eee aA par ed pr ‘ “7 ‘at comicbooks.com