The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 321: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 319 the prognostics of the doctor, pulled up the sleeve of his dressing-gown, and by a significant gesture, showed him the distended veins of his arm. You wish that I should bleed you, my lord ; ? asked Moore. Rio Santo energeticaily made-an atinnatieg sign. The doctor hesitated. Doubtless his fea- tures must have given some indication of his in- tentions, for RioSanto instinctively threw a glance toward the bed, as if to ascertain if any assistance “were to be expected from that quarter. While Moore was continuing still to hesitate, © he felt his arm again pressed by the hand of Rio Santo. ~The pressure was slow, but continusug, It was a species of order, given as it were in a firm voice, but without danger. Moore took out his case Of instruments and opened it, At the moment that he approached the lancet to Rio Santo’s arm, the latter stayed his hand, - took the instrument from him, and then clossly examined it. But his eyes were too much sufius- ed with blocd, to allow him clearly to distinguish the point of it. But the doctcr perfactly compre- hended him, aithough the petrified features of the marquis afforded no commentary to his action ; he understood him and trembled: for his gesture clearly informed bim, that the marquis had not lost an iota of all that he had been doing ee he had before wiped the lancet. He immediatel turned back the sleeve of hisown coat and slight ly pricked his arm. Rio Santo gave an approving nod. An instant afterward, a vigourous flow of blood proceeded from tho vein opened in Rio Sante’s arm, comicbooks-com