The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 324: what you’re looking at

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322 MYSTERIES He bowed to Betabo, and then shut the door Moore had returned into the lairds room. The noise of his. footsteps awakened Rio Santo, who had begun to doze in his arm-chair. Forsix whole days have I done nothing—seen nothing—heard nothing! said Rio Santo. Has anything occurred among you all, doctor? We have been astonished at your long absence, - my lord; but your faithful friends have not had much difficulty in quieting the discontented. Rio Santo turged upon him his quiet and pene= ci trating glance, And youare a man of infinite wisdom, doctor, gaid he, with muck frankness, Every man, in his life, has his hours of mad- ness, my lord ; and as we are speaking of myself, 1 will say that I was doubly mad just now; mad- for wishing to kill yeu— And mad, because you did not efiect your pur- pose, said Rio Santo, interrupting him. Yes, my lord, replied the doctor, mad because I did not do it. ) Rio Santo turned himself in his chair. Had you killed me this morning, said Rio Santo you would to night have slept upon the straw in Newgate. Do not interrupt me—you know that fT never speak lightly. I have long known you, doctor, and between you and the scaffold, the only safeguard which has interposed for the last two months has been my will. a Between me and the scaffold, my lord, exclain Moore, endeavouring vainly to throw a degr