The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 375: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. o1a he perused it, the brilliancy of his eyes increased, and his features were lighted up with joy. Ten thousand !’ he at length exclaimed enthu- siastically—ten thousand truly brave and honest hearts ! Fanny, who was looking at him with admira- tion, as we would contemplate a beloved portrait or favourite composition, started upon hearing this sudden exclamation. Are you then going to make war on any one, my lord? asked she, smiling at her own terror. She thought herself far from the truth. — - Rio Santo did not reply. A new thought ap- peared to cross his mind, His brow was suddenly clouded. But this letter is already ten days old, muttered he. These men must have arrived already—and I—I am not prepared. There must be another, said he, Rio Santo emptied the contents of the casket on the floor, The letter instantly struck his | view. The one dated London that very day, the address of which was written in the same hand as the letter he had first opened. | This letter was a species of corollary to the first, which announced the departure of ten thousand Irishmen, all directed towards London, in small bodies, and by various routes: it advised the mar- quis of the arrival of this sort of army. Rio Santo had then in London ten thousand Trish soldiers; that is to say, ten thousand, intre= pid and starving men, full of energy, and ready for anything. comichooksicom