The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 317: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 815 congestion, Why didthey not send for me be« fore. He placed one knee upon the bed, and leaned over in such a manner as to bring his own head against the partition. In this attitude he could see the features of Angus, His examination lasted eo or three seconds. ‘ I do not know this man, said he afterward, in a tone of disappointment ; and then, asif suddenly recollecting himself, he added: But yes, I do think that I remember him—he is much changed. It is that honest Scotch laird whom Rio Santo once brought with him tothe council. The laird —but | have forgotten his name; the laird who in short, holds our castle of Crewe: and why the devil does Rio Santo allow him to die here like a dog? However, this is no concern of mine. ) The doctor raised himself up again, and shook his head as if in a bad humour. At this moment was heard the voice of Bembo calling aloud in the passage. Moore did not even turn round. The little signor is in a dreadful hurry, said he, laughing. Well! I have nothing better to do than to satisfy him. Let us put the Marquis de Rio Santo on his legs. As he was about to move from the bed, for the purpose of returning into the study, the laird moved. It required but little to re-excite the © disappointed curiosity of the doctor—he remained looking at him. Angus, with some difficulty, turned himself over aes in his es iad . ee ee ad comichookszcom