The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 365: what you’re looking at

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: OF LONDON. 368 ——-this was the pale face of Angus Macfarlane, ‘clearly discerned from the rays of the moon that shone brightly upon it. The recollection of the sevents which had preceded the dreadful scene on ‘the river, was more vivid and more perfect. She ‘remembered the spacious room at the King’s 'Head, her sister lying there asleep, and the an- guish caused by the struggle she had made fagainst her own drowsiness. ' In three days, Clara had attained the state de- \sired for trying new experiments. Her healthy ‘and robust nature, completely disorganized, had lost all its strength. But, on the other hand, her nervous sensibilities had increased almost to be- coming epileptic, and were still farther irritated and incessantly, by the cruel and periodical alarms of her awakening. But the malady of Miss Trevor had, as we have seen, all at once changed its aspect. Before this unknown disease, Doctor Moore paused, unde- cided. He could no more produce it in another, ‘than he could stop its progress with Miss Trevor. For a time, the doctor ceased his experiments on Ciara, who had become useless to him, and left her under the charge of Rowley, who divided his leisure moments between her and his Toxjeologi- cal Amusements, _ Wenow know what Doctor Moore meant when speaking to the Marquis de Rio Santo of the new symptoms, and the terrible crisis which had oc- ‘curred to Miss Trevor. Their conversation and the events which had preceded it, had taken place he day following that on which Frank Percival and Mary had met at Lady Stewart’s house. Miss Comicbooks.com tee