The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 271: what you’re looking at

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oF LONDON. 269 Kill you! continued Susannah, who‘trembled — at the remembrance of this dreadful scene; but I would rather sell you! and I must sell you! His flaming eyes seemed to scorch me. Brian uttered a smothered cry, and fell back upon the sofa, Upon whom, then, can I revenge the wrongs you have suffered? murmured he. CHAPTER XIV. The last threat of Ishmael strengthened my resistance. You may kill me, said I to him, but you cannot make me yield. Well, then, I will kill you, said he, foaming with rage—I will kill -you—but not at a single blow!—you shall die by inches, slowly, and day by day. Curses be on all! He paused suddenly, drew his handkerchief across his foaming mouth, and with difficulty re- — called to his lips his habitually cold smile, Listen to me—we are both wrong—lot us talk reasona< bly. I am asking you a very simple thing; why do you refuse me? You wish to give me to one man, sir, when I love another. You love ano-~ ther! this is tolerably peremptory, Miss Susannah you forget that I am your father. Thatcannot alter my feelings on such a question, He bit his lip violently. That is perfectly just, said he. I am quite obtuse, this evening ; that is of very little consequence, certainly. I meant to say, Susan- nah, that you forgot Iam the strongest. No, sir. “Then you will obey me, No! He abruptly ue ‘ comichbooks com),