The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 27: what you’re looking at

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propriated that glance to himself. He wasanxiops to discover its effect upen the stranger, and was humiliated to find that his eyes were still closed in-reverie. He does not even see her, was his l mental ejaculation ; he has vanquished her un- consciously; she loves and is despised. Strange 'as it may appear, the indifference of the stranger ‘aggravated in a still higher degree the excited feelings of the lover. He was tortured with anger ‘and shame, and, in the frenzy of the moment, envied those heroes of melodrama, who nivaciaily carry a dagger in their pocket, to stab themselves -when the occasion requires, It was now late in the evening. That part of the church where the congregation was assembled was brilliantly illuminated, while the extremities © of the building and the galleries were plunged in profound darkness. The handsome stranger, whose dream was now occupied, left the position he hadrecently broken, and directedhis steps toward aremote corner of the sanctuary. A man of mean -habiliments and sordid appearance, whose covet- ous eye had detected the bank note which had O# LONDON, we 25 ; he cast another penetrating, passionate glance ward the pillar; the jealous lover would have — rfeited six months of his life could he have ap- been deposited ‘in the contribution box, now _ - ened his gaze upon the stranger, and took age Raich a direction as to meet him in the most des ees serted and obscure part of the temple. A sudden thought flashed through the mind of Stephen. He had seen enough of London to know that no place — was too holy for malefactors to profane with -orime, A frightful murder might be os sang a a a ee % a ae ot ee Epon ti - CES Fits Comicbooks.com