The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 359: what you’re looking at

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@F LONDON. 357 father has been ; do not reject me before you have heard my justification. I love you still, Mary— I have never loved but you! | Miss Trevor made a visible effort to retain the sembiance of coldness which she had assumed, Sur, she replied, your words astonish me. Why should you justify yourself? I do not accuse you, it is also giving too much importance to tke past, which is already so far removed from us, and which we are, both of us, about to renounce. Both of us, Mary? Oh, no! at all events, not i! That past will always be my dearest recollec- tion. Oh, God! it is oes then, that you no longer love me? lt is true sir? And you can tell me so, without emotion, with- out regret, Mary ? I can and I ought to do so, for [am now the affianced wife of the Marquis de Rio Santo. = CHAPTER XIII, The name of the Marquis de Rio Santo, pro nounced by the lips of his beloved Mary Trevor, pierced the heart of Frank as witha poniard ; his features, haggard from the fever he had laboured under, and pallied from the effects of his wound, eloquently expressed the heart-rending srief which oppressed his soul, and he remained for a moment incapable of uttering a reply. Madam, said he, in that sericus and firm voice, which compels attention, I did not know that W comicbooksscom