The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 331: what you’re looking at

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6F LONDON, 329 could not allow himself to attend to him, Hig eyes were closed, under ths efforts which he made in following up this persevering investigation, He turned over, one by ona, the inmost recesses of . his memory, and he every moment thought he was about to grasp the forgotten peculiarity. Frank was muttering some confused words, _ His tongue being chained by the nightmare, was desperately endeavouring to break its bonds, It is be! said Stephen, and, perhaps jor the hundredth time—it is he, certainly, What-I am searching for on that face, is The sear! cried Percival, suddenly ; did I 2a see the scar upon his forehead P Stephen had started up. , The scar! exclaimed he; oh! I remember. Upon his red forehead! rejoined Frank; it appeared white and clearly defined. From his left eyebrow to the upper part of his forehead? said Stephen, involuntarily. From his left eyebrow to thé upper part of the _ forehead ! repeated Percival. Frank! cried Stephen; you too know him then. In the name of Heaven, who is it you are speaking of? Frank did not reply; sleep had again oyer- _ powered him. Macnab fell back inte his arm- | chair. | This is, indeed, most wonderful, murmured he, : His mind, usually so calm and prudent, was com- pletely unhinged. He appeared to be breathing the atmosphere of romance. The word pronounced by Frank might, after all, cComicbooks:com