The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 251: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 949 eountry,always placed themselves as a wall be- tween me and the good villagers, who bade me good day asthey passed. My father had remained in London. I had left London at the commencement of ‘spring. They allowed me to remain at this coun- try house during ali the fineseason. These eight months of comparative liberty had produced an extraordinary effect upon me. My constitution was naturally robust, and it had required all the _Oppressive effect of solitude, amid the impure amd enervating atmosphere of the worst part of London, to undermine my health: I learned to ride on horseback, to swim in the lake, and poor dumb Rehoboam was frequently surprised at the skill with which I managed a fowling piece, which Ishmael had ordered to be packed up with my baggage. Toward the autumn, « letter from Ishmael re- called me back to London. We again got into a close carriage, and arrived in town during the night. When my father saw me, he appeared qnite ass tonished. How tall and beautiful you have be- come Susannah, said he, with unaffected admira- = — ation, the devil of a doctor was quite right, © with his flowers and his children. Come Susan- Oo ame nah, my child, you are now a great lady, and must. be treated as a person of consequence. Do you like fine dresses? I blushed with pleasure, at this question. You shall have fine dresses, rejoined omny father, who threw a shade of sarcasm into his ‘words, and fine jewels and laces—and besides rich, iy child, you soon shall see new Eee | « -* ¢ it , ha. *