The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 362: what you’re looking at

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369 MYSTERIES It was she, then! cried, Frank, who looked at Lady Campbell from head to foot, with uncon- cealed hatred. ; The latter assumed a look of haughty dignity, and passed, with bead erect, between Frank and Diana, to approach Mary. Come, my child, said Lady Campbell, let us leave a house, into which you ought not to have come, As Mary made no reply, shetook her by the hand: but the moment she touched her marble fingers, Lady Campbell uttered a loud ery, and fell terrified into an arm chair. Frank advanced toward her, I left her with you, madam, young, beautiful, and happy, szid he,in a voice in which indigna- tion and heart felt sorrow were combined ; do you understand me ?—happy! And now, there sbe is, in a dying state! Ah, madam, mankind will not be called upon to judge you, but—may. God pardon you: And he immediately left the house, A servant was immediately dispatched to Wim: pole street, to summon Doctor Moore, who inha- bited the house next door to the one which had heen occupied by Susannah, under the title of the ' Princess de Longueville. While waiting the arrival of the doctor, ' Lady Campbell and Miss Stewart fruitlessly endeavour- ed to recover the seemingly petrified Mary. Her frightful malady filled them with terror and amazement. They thought that Miss Trevor still lived ; but they cculd not be assured -of it, for comicbooks-co