The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 364: what you’re looking at

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362 MYSTERIES which fell slowly, one by one. He had hardly released the arm of Miss Trevor when a maid-servant brought in the mustard poultices. Moore applied them boiling hot to the delicate smal! feet of Miss Trevor. After a few minutes, the ductorrose, and bow- ed silently, as taking leave, Oh: do not leave us thus, sir, cried Lady Campbell; tell us, at least, that there is yet some hope. Miss Trevor is not dead, madam, coldly replied the doctor ; and putting on his gloves with great care, he added: I will call again this evening. From the opened vein issued a few dops of bleod | | | CHAPTER. XIV. . Five days had now elapsed since the one on which Clara Macfarlane had fallen into the hands © _of Bob Lantern, who had ceded her to Bishop, © the burker. The latter had taken her to Doctor Moore, and be had kept her shut up in his house } Wimpole street. it was there that she awoke from the fictitous sleep induced by Mr. Bishop’s potion, of which © the amiable and lively Mrs. Grubb had mixed a . tolerabledoze in the famous Scotch ale, at the © ~ King’s head. | - Qneonly object stood prominently forward in the confused and gloomy recesses, of her memory comichooks:com