The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 320: what you’re looking at

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o18 MYSTERIES valier Angelo Bembo, nor any of the household of the marquis. It was the last man in the world. whom Dr. Moore could have feared wonld have been watch- ing him. I1t was the sick, the dying man who had been confided to his charge. It was Rio | Santo himself, ‘The doctor, at one glance, perceived the des- perate situation to which he was reduced, and he humbled himself before Rio Santo. He was com- © pletely in his power, not only on account of the — flagrant breach of confidence which he had com: mitted--not only on account of the treachereus © abandonment of a dying man, but because every — word which had escaped from his lips, had been — heard by the marquis. Moore knew this but too well; and he did not attempt to deceive himself, by thinking that it might not beso, ‘This species of lethargy, in its different varieties, leaves the patient in the full possession of his senses and hisjudgement. Rio Ssuto deprived of speech, and weakened by the fearful attack he had suffered, was just as much‘in the power of the doctor as when he was stretched out upon the sofa. Moore determined to despatch him. Rio Santo was standing before him, his eyes fixed, his neck completely stiff, and having more the aspect of a phantom then a living man. Any resistance which he could offer would necessarily be very weak, and easily surmounted. As to obstacles from without, there was nothing to be apprehended. Rio Sarto could not call for help, The latter, as if he had wished to confirm” comicbooks:com