The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 334: what you’re looking at

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302 | MYSTERIES it is enough to break one’s heart—the two poor | dear girls—their like was not to be found in all — the city, Master Stephen. Oh, Lord! The young doctor, whose uneasiness had become | extreme, seized Betsey’s arm,. and summarily ordered her to explain her meaning. But itis a. difficult matter to make a Scotchwoman speak, , who has a mind to groan and weep. Betsey put. | "her handkerchief to her eyes, wringing her hands) and crying cut: | q] It is enough te break one’s heart—the poor lady will go mad—ehe musi.be taken care of, oF | she will do herself seme mischief. | Stepken then did what he ougat to have done | at the first. He rushed into the street, jamped | into a cab, and ordered the driver te gallop as fast | as his Hesse would go, to Cornhill, | There was something beartrending in the en-| trance of Stephen to his mother’s henuse. Botsey was quite right. Poor Mrs. Macnab was almost frantic, During the whole of the night she had || remained at the door of the house, always hoping | for and expecting the return of her nieces. im Upon seeing ephen she mustered up her little |! of Anna and Clara. Stephen imagined what had happened. The ill omened words which ha ; fallen from Betsey had prepared him to hear OF some great misfortune. — Ey They had appeared, ‘This Stephen clearly