The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 351: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 349 Rio Santo, exclaimed Macnab. I had almost - anticipated this. But 1 have never seen that man, and I cannot hope—QOh, eould I but find him, for _ you do not know, Percival, how far our destiny has carried the party of our misfortunes. You only know the similarity of our past sorrows. _ Well, the present unites us still more closely, _ This man who throws himself between you and _ Miss Trevor—it is he who shuts the heart of Clara to me. , Can it be possible? ejaculated Frank, Tt is he whom Clara loves with such unspeak- able tenderness—the origin of which isa mystery, like everything that concerns thisman. It was he, perhaps, who had carried her off. Stephen then related all the details of what had happened, and gave a minute description of the handsome dreamer. Frank could not but re- cognize in him the marquis de Rio Santo. [eee ee CHAPTER XI. There was on the same evening a small party at Trevor House. Lord Trevor was playing whist with doctor Muller, whose German phlegm had captivated him, Mr. Stewart, and Sir Arcadius Bombastic, the poet laureate. Lady Campbell was surrounded by her court, the only personages of which who were absent, ‘werethe Marquis de Rio Santo, and the handsome | Chevalier Angelo Bembo. _ For five days Mary Trevor had been confined to ; 4 . comichooks; com