The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 322: what you’re looking at

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320 MYSTERIES ne Enough ! cried the latter, after the interval of a few seconds, The doctor started violently, on hearing the sound of that dreaded voice. He raised his eyes, which had been fixed on the bieeding vols in absolute terror. Rio Santo had spoken! Rio Santo was once more that powerful being, before whom all bowed their heaas. Moore stopped the bleeding and crossed his arms upon his chest. He was awaiiieg his sen~« tence, Reach me an arm chair, said Rio Santo. Moore hastened to obey him. The marquis fell heavily into it, and placed his hands before his eyes, which, weakened by long watching ; the crisis hc bad undergone and the bloed he had lost, were dazzled by the broad daylight. He remained in this position taree or four minutes, After that be raised his head. His pale face had decidedly recovered all its proud serenity, _ Doctor Moore, said he, in his natural tone, I thank you for having violated the secret of this retreat—for thanks to you, I am now assured that this poor sick man is now no longer in any danger. He pointed to Angus who was sleeping on the bed, Moore bowed mechanically. 1 believe that I am not mistaien, added Rio Santo; you said that he would recover. _ I did say 80, my lord. Doctor, again rejoined Rio Santo, speaking & 1 in that slow and fatigued tone which imparts — coldness even to praise, but which infinit te ¥ a dq || OO Oe —