The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 313: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. Siz At the sight of Rio Santo, who had all the ap- pearance of being dead, the doctor did not betray any symptom of either anxiety or surprise. He drew anarm chair close to the sofa, and took hold of the marquis’s hand to feel his pulse— and then he felt his throat, and pressed upon his stomach. Leave the room, said he to the servants. Signer, continued the doctor, addressing Bem- bo, I like to be alone with my patients. But, dector— Have the goodness not to object, signor. You will at least inform me exclaimed Bembo, if their is still any hope? J will not tell you, signer, Bembo felt his anger rising violently, but he restrained himself and moved toward the door. Signor, said the doctor, as he was about passing the threshold—Bembo turned toward him—be pleased to take this dog with you; he is in my way. Bembo seized Lovely by the collar, and dragged. him away, in spite of the resistance of the noble animal, who looked first at his master and then at the doctor, howling plaintively. Bembo closed the door after him. Doctor Moore bolted it, and then remained alone with Rio Santo, still insensible, : SEE we CHAPTER IV. returned, and seated himself by comichookscom