The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 265: what you’re looking at

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Seem Re = — fw a ~~ 4 e - — % 263 very hauelanme: “My father had brought with him, from France, two tall men-servants ; they attempted to prevent your entering the rooms. You were not angry; your features still retained their proud indifference, and yet they made way for you on your addressing a few words to them, accompanied by a commanding gesture. I was astonished ; for I had often seen these men inso- lently resist the entrance of visitors. What most . amazed me was, the power that you possessed of - compelling their obedience, and this without an- ger, My father also knew how to make himself obeyed ; but then it was through fear. | When you came into my father’s office, I glided along the wall, and placed myself close beside the window, in a position from which I could see you without being seen. My heart beat violently, but I knew not why: my eyes burned as when one is about to weep, and yet I feit within me a news and till then, unknown joy. As leng as you remained with my father, I continued at my post. I stood gazing at youl was breathing the same air that you did, and this mysterious contact seemed to overpower all my senses. Do you know, Brian, that from that day, I loved you, almost as much asi now do? When you again crossed the threshold ef my father’s house—when. I no longer saw you, a sudden chill came over. me, and I shed bitter tears. I then sat down un-~ der one of the tall trees, and delighted myself. by. recalling your image, which was pies) homiy racters of fire upon my memory, saw you again, My father, I suppoeei _ Tt was a long time after this, Brian, ne ey a at < a es * “ ° . Bata ies : h Peo ke ype The \,4 y band 7 Fa an, AN) a8 . 4 Peat ra “s | . ~ ns j ” eR aE © comicbooks, com: ‘¥ Sy sia