The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 379: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. : 377 documents; speeches, oaths written with blood, and even a classified list of the conspirators. Rio Santo laughed heartily. Tolstoy chewed the cud in silence. The list was there, sure enough, continued the marquis, and were filled with noble names, among which figured that of your excellency. And what did your lordship do with all those old rags? timidly asked Tolstoy, who breathed with difficulty. I returned them to the signora, prince. I only retained two or three of them, prince, ‘Yejoined Rio Santo, with his immoveable cour- teousness ; but one in particular, the smallest of all—three lines, written and signed with blood. The oath! stammered Tolstoy, thunderstruck, Precisely, prince. | The oath by which I swore——Oh, God! Oh, God! | By which you swore to plunge your dagger into his majesty’s breast! Young Germany does not stick at trifles. Tolstoy cast upon Rio Santo a look of enve- nomed hatred. My lord marquis, cried he, convulsively grasp- ing Rio Santo’s hand, may God preserve you from ever fallinz into my power, as I am now in yours. Command me—I will obey. Prince, said Rio Santo, rising, and bowing to take his leave—to morrow I shall have the honor of letting you hear from me. _ My lord marquis, I shall wait your orders, °-.~ Tolstoy conducted his visitor to the very last step before the door, . He followed the elegant ales Ls . an is » i . , Vey | r } : ; . Sea aS . . _ 4 bee S : . J oe > th Ven * Fa \. * . ; . , comicbooks:com) ay ee SD OOM, Bees 6 OA