The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 241: what you’re looking at

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O8 LONDON. : 939 |if avoiding her question. The angels must sing | as you do Susannah. : When I do pray, it is always for you. Iam so melancholy when you are not hear. If it ahould happen one day that you do not come at all-—— That day I shall be dead, | The eye of the young girl flashed enthusiastics ally. Thanks! thanks! 1 believe you, Brian, and I | am proud of loving you. Brian de Lancaster and Susannah were thus conversing together, forgetful of the whole world. | Susannah did not even remember that she was constantly under the watchful eyes of that occult association, which set spies on all her actions, and listened to every word she uttered. This did not, however, prevent the system from being as ac- tively pursued. { Behind the dark window, where we have for- merly seen blind Tyrrel when he abruptly termi- | nated the first tete a tete of Brian and the prine- cess, Madame Ja Duchesse de Gevres, comforte ably muffled up in her satin wrapper, and her feet | warmly ensconced in fur, was locking on and lis- | tening. Notwithstanding the enjoyment she derived | from satisfied curiosity, and the little soliloquies | with which she diversified her long watch, she | began to feel very weary in her dark cabinet, and | gaped widely enough to dislocate her jaws; She was comfortably seated, or rather half reclined, | in a large easy chair;—her feet were warm ;— da kness surrounded her, and weighed upon her eyelids, Her eyes once shut, she attended for a a ” i > F * > 7 comicbooks:com