The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 38: what you’re looking at

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MYSTERIES observation, and near enough to overhear the con. | versation near him; but he wastoomuchabsorb- | ed in revery, and too anxious to improve the mo- ment of repose which the curiosity of the. crowd had allowed him, to profit by the advantages of his position. Insensibly the young ladies who had commenced their conversation in a low tone, raised their voices, for they were unconscious of the presence of the marquis. At the moment of which we are ppceiaies Rio- Santo was dreaming, and his dream was of love. In that mirage which is presented to the eyes of the soul, he saw a fair child who raised toward him a confiding, tender, angei like and appealing leok. The orchestra was performing a melody composed on these simple and touching chords which the inspired barde of Ireland find among the heath of tne Green Isle. It seemed as if the tune had some most intimate association with the heroine of the dream, fer the countenance of Rio Santb expressed melancholy joy; and when the erchsstra drowned in its last tones the voice of the singer, a tear found its way through the long lashes of his downeast eyelids, while the name of Mary trembled on his lips. Poor Mary! poor Mary! exclaimed at the same time, Miss Diana Steward, I perceive that you are deeply in love. Phe name of Mary roused Rio Santo from his reverie, and his eyes fell directly on the graceful profile of Miss Trevor. | Miss Trevor, | after some hesitation, replied to her cousin by saying, I am, at least, very sad ~ comichooks.com > aa ee ee