The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 304: what you’re looking at

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302 MYSTERIES pulse, but there was no response. He tried to discredit these fearful proofs; he would not be- lieve them, iy Bemho endeaveured to raise the body of the marquis, but bis emotion was so great, that it de- prived him of ali strength, and he could not. He then stretched himself on the carpet, and placed Rio Santo’s head upon his breast. Lovely laid down at her master’s feet. Bembo was over- whelmed ; he was now convinced, and in despite of himself, that he was lying nearajJifelass corpse, Siace the evening on which We accis bad given audience to Prince Demetrius Polstoy, he had remained shut up in Irish House, The cause | of this sudden and complete seclusion, is no mys- - tery to the reader. Ric Santo, on awaking from- the short sleep which had overcome him, on the same sofa on which he had been-sitting with the Pace, bad found Angus Macfarl lane bleeding, and hal? dead, at his feet- It may be necessary briefly to ‘explain this cir- cumstance. After the furious attack cf Bob Lantern, who had thrown him overboard in that part of the Thames where the current is most rapid, Angus Macfarlane, stunned by the severe blows he had received, which would have dashed the brains ont of any other man excepting a good Scotchman, went down life a Jifelezs mass, incapable of mak- ing the least effort to save himself. “But this tor- por was of short duration. The instinct of a swimmer had taken the upper hand, even before Angus was himself capable of comprehending his |