The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 349: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 347 an interest, and which, joined to the words of Snail, instantly quitted their boisterous galcty. I have something to talk to you about, said Donor, remembering the motive of his visit which he immediately explained. Poor Donnor of Ardagh, however found that in his enthusiastic zeal, he had energetically promised more than he could perform. Snail. knew nothing, and had no means of acquiring in- formation, not withstanding his quickness of intel- lect, which was wonderfully precocious. The Great Family took good care not to confide its secrets to its subaltern agents. Stephen combated with calm energy, and with all the coolness of his moral courage, against the overwhelming anguish which oppressed him, His mother, cast down by the frightful blow which had so unexpectedly fallen upon her, kept her bed; and Maenab divided the time which he could tear from the active researches that he was making, between the bedside of his mother, and that of Frank Percival. The latter was gradually getting better, and old Jack felt delighted at being every morning able to give Stephen assur- ances of his continued improvement. Since that night of watching which preceded the fatal intelligence—that night when the soli- loquy of Stephen, tormented at the same time by his recent jealousy and his old remembrances, had been so singularly combined with the dream of Percival, the young man had not had time to converse leisurely with hisfriend. He had not, however, forgot his intention to interrogate Per- cival. Far from that, his desire had increased, | Comicbooksscom