The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 269: what you’re looking at

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| ‘OF LONDON. | 268 have only the more difficulty in choosing, Susan- nah. We passed the front door of the club, ‘and were set down as usual, at the private one. For, nad I gone in at the public one, my incognito, ye! which my father considered to be all-important, would soon have been destroyed. Outside the curtain, there was a compact and impatient crowd. All those people were talking iat the same time, and all talking of me. | Let us see, said my father; I would not wish to do a violence to your heart, Susannah ; [ will point out to you which is the most respectable among these lords. | There he is—there he is! exclaimed my father ouching my shoulder. Look, Susannah. I Hooked through the curtain, Brian, and I saw Te ) | Me! cried Brian, in amazement. | You were just entering the room. I saw but you !—alas! it was not you my father was point- ing out tome, Oh, sir, exclaimed I, transported by a delicious hope, are you not deceiving me? As it to him, you wish to give me? Ishmael Igoked at me ‘inguiringly. To him, Susannah, most assuredly. I was harpy. Before reaching the door, a sudden thought struck Ishmael, and he precipitately returned to me.’ Let us under- stand one another, Miss Susannah, said he. L Rope there is no mistake here. I was speaking i you of the Prince Demetrius Tolstoy, who has. just entered the saloon. It is that tall man, yon- de sr, with a rather singular face; his breast ae He 0 di with orders. J trust that we understand x "| comicbooks:com ‘ . ys .