The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 371: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 369 Write to the noble Frank Percival that you will wait for him in your carriage, at the corner of Duke street, opposite the St. James’s Theatre —to-morrow evening, at nine o’clock. Ophelia wrote as she was directed. .. And shall I go to the theatre as 8 you say? asked she. Your equipage must be a Hii not yourself, I will receive Frank Percival. Ophelia turned quickly round, and gazed with much anxiety at Rio Santo. i pledge you the word of a gentleman, execlaim- ed the marquis, in reply to her inquiring look, that Percival’s life shall be respected, Write the address, for our hours are counted. The countess still hesitated. She remembered the Chevalier de Weber. While she was hesi- tating, Rio Santo locked at the timepiece, and took up his hat. Madam, said he, bowing, a most imperative duty could alone compel me to leave you so ab- ruptly. You appear to wish for time to reflect ; do reflect matureiy. To morrow you will inform me of your decision. ‘He then withdrew, and tre countess remained in gloomy meditation. She had certainly good cause forit. The hours passed by unheeded ; and the clock had twice struck, without its vibrations having attracted her attention, or aroused her from her reverie. Was she then thinking of the _ danger to which Frank Percival might be expos- ed? Alas, the countess was a generous woman. _ Everything that was feeling, or worthy, or good, | : 9 | A cComicbooksicom