The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 306: what you’re looking at

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8304 MYSTERIES nearly eleven o’clock when the laird, completely exhausted, arrived in Grosvenor Place—he did _ not go into Belgrave square, but went into Bel- grave lane, because he had been accustomed, like many others, to enter that way into Irish House. In the middle of Belgrave lane he turned into a narrow passage, and leaned against the wall, close to a doorway, which was shut. A few minutes afterwards this door was opened, and a tall man, wrapped up in a cloak, came out of it. This man appeared angry, and was grum- bling as he walked away, forgetting to close the door aiterhim. This was no less a personage than his serene highness, the Prince Demetrius Tols. toy, ambassador from his majesty the emperor of all the Russians, Angus Macfarlane pushed the door open, and went in, He dragged himself to the place where Rio Santo was reclining asleep upon the ottoman, he fell exhausted at his feet murmuring the names of Anna and Clara. | We already know what followed. Bembo waited, spending his daysand the Bose er part of his nights near the door of che room where laird Angus and Rio Santo was; but very little is required, in most things, to make ene miss the moment when our presence is most necessary. The most faithful sentinel may fall asleep at his post, and good soldiers have been known to desert their watch for a few minutes, | And a few minutes were enough. o 2 Thus in consequence of a few moments? ab- — sence, Bembo now found himself in the presence of the corpse of a man, for whom he vee have willingly shed all his blood, sbi ei _ comicbooks “com om Be ‘ :