The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 315: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. Bist \. wasthe portrait hanging between the two win- dows. At the sight of ita profound astonishment was depicted in his face. He moved fromside to side, to examine it in every light, shutting his eyes for a moment and then opening them again, that hemight contemplate it more distinctly. The longer he looked at it, the doubts which he had entertained as tothe correctness of his first 1m- pression, were gradually dispelled. It is certainly her portrait! exclaimed he, at last; and, upon my word, she was beautiful enough to turn the head of a presumptive heir to an earldom. She was adelizghtful creature. By Heaven! it is of no more use endeavouring to doubt ; it must be berportrait. But what, in the name of fortune, can the portrait of the countess of White Manor be doing here ? He remained some minutes before the graceful “portrait, plunged in overpowering astonishment. I cannot at all comprehend it, said he, mu- singly; the portrait of the Countess of White Manor in this room! in Rio Santo’s house! This really appears fabulous, diabolical! I cannot fa- thom it in any way! I perfectly remember that pretty mole above her lip, between the lip and that lovely dimple, which our poet laureats would swear had been placed there by the hands of the Graces themselves. Rio Santo had been in the country only a year! It cannot be possible—all this perfectly confounds me. } He turned upon his heel and passing by one of the windows negligently looked ont of it. He looked once more at the portrait, made ano- i comichooksrcom