The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 295: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 298 Cival, and pronounced even the terrible pass- word : Gentlemen of the night! When she had concluded, she raised her dark eyes to Lancaster’s face, but their lids immedi-~ ately sank down again, while she softly said: You now know all, Brian; I have concealed nothing from you—I have exposed te you every circumstance of my life—have laid open my whele soul to you, and it is for you to pronounce whe- ther I am still worthy to love you. Brian did not immediately reply. Tears fell from the silken eyelashes of the lovely girl, He threw himself at her feet. ° Will you accept the name of Lancaster, ma- dam? continued Brian, with that exqusite and rare gallantry, of which certain families in our mercenary times have retained the chivalrous traditions. Do you ask me if I will? stammered Susannah, uf I desire to become your wife ? She bent down toward him with enraptured looks, and could not find words to express her joy. Come, exclaimed Brian—oh, come, madam, remain no longer under this impure roof. The Countess of Derby is your friend; her house will be a more fitting asylum for you, until that day when [ shall have the right of protecting you my- self. Come, let us leave this place ? Susannah rose up, beaming with happiness, and replied : Fs ee | I am ready to follow you, Brian. ee : They went toward the door. | But etl mo- ment that Lancaster was about to one cana ae “ec -— . ww * ~icomicbooks:com,.