The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 264: what you’re looking at

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262 MYSTERIRG loved you. And, besides, my father had not time enough. : His first care on arriving in London, was to establish his gambling house in Leicester Square, on a magnificent footing. You know the vogue which it maintained during the greater part of a year, It was called the Gold Club, and the per- fons who visited it were exclusively of the highest elasses of the nobility of the three kingdoms. My father had not, however, abandoned on that acs count his house in Goodman's Fields. He there earried on his usurious business as a discount broker; and his offices, which consisted of the rooms on the ground floor which had solong been my residence, were full of customers from morn till night. Thus, Brian, that room in which you often sat when you came to borrow money of Ishmael, was my bed chamber. On the part on which you saw my father’s desk, formerly stood my small child’s bed; and the first time 1 saw you through the window which opens upon the garden, you were sitting upon the very place where | had fallen asleep, with my head reclining on the shoulder of my poor Corah, on the evening when | dreamed of my mother. lt was a short time after we had arrived in London. 1 was walking in the garden, giving up my whole soul to those vague thoughts which Halls the heads of all young girls, _. lL heard a noise in the anti-chamber. 1t was _ you, sir, who had just come in. A singular haz~ -ard—doubtless my fate decreed it—led me to _ Half open the garden door, in order to observe “what was ‘passing. } saw you, and | pie you ae