The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 294: what you’re looking at

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292, MYSTERIES Tyrrel did not say a word. At that time, continued Susannah, as I have before told you, i observed nothing that was pas- sing around me, There was, as it were, a thick veil before my syes; the only feeling which I retained was your remembrance, which was, at one and the same time, my only consolation, and my most bitter cause of suifaring. Nevertheless, the face of this blind man, who sometimes came to the house, had slightly interested me. It seemed to me, now and then, that his eyes, though de- prived of sight, were bent on me in preference to every other object. But that night, by the river side, 1 experienced a strange and terrible delusion. While Tyrrel was holding me by the arm, the light of a candle, burning in a neigh- bouring window, passed rapidly across his face, and.i thought I saw— Susannah hesitated. Pray continue, madam, said Lancaster, with eager curiosity. f thought I saw my father’s ghost, Brian, said Susannah, shuddering. Brian started with surprise. Tis strange ! exclaimed he—very strange. Oh! there issome dark mystery concealed beneath all this: but I will unravel it, madam. Susannah continued her story, and related all the circumstances attending her arrival in Wim-. pole street, the luxury with which she at once had been surrounded, and the threats which had been addressed to her. She spoke of the scene which had been performed at the bedside of Per- ieee ‘comicbooks:com -; “a's ,. ; s oF & ott ate iz z <a