The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 367: what you’re looking at

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| OF LONDON. 269 _ Are there any new symptoms, then ? Yes, yes, sir; that’s quite certain: there is a new symptom, and to morrow there will be ano- ther—she will be dead. Leave her alone, said the doctor, in alow voica, and prépare the voltaic battery— the large one Rowley looked at him with. astonisiiment, and Mthen went away, muttering to himeell s ; » Pshaw! whata fuas be makes alynut, bee! It must be admitted that she hag’ been treated with vali due coremony. , Ni aster es The hour at which the M srqais de Rio Santo had ordered that he shouid be awakened, had ar- rived. The Chevaher Angelo Bembo bad taken upou himself to do this, and for that purpose had entered the laird’s room, in which the marquis had fallen asleep. Tha Jatter was still in the arm-chair, in which we left him, — At the first touch from Beimba, he opened his eyes, but closed them again, instantly. So soon! said he, wearily, Oh, this es has quite overpowered it. Give me somes drink, said he, leaning upon the) MY seniptured ornaments of his writing table, | Bembo took a small key, which hung suspend- ‘ed by asilken cord round his neck, and opened a smajl and magnificently inlaid casket, which stood upon ashelf. Erom this casket he took a glass, and a halfempty decanter. He poured some water into the glass, and mixed withi: wo drops Comicbooks:com