The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 387: what you’re looking at

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$F LANDON, 385 which the monk in the silken robe, was seated in the ruins of St. Mary of Crewe, reclined the Mar- quis de Rio Santo. CHAPTER XVIII. It was not only the throne which resembled the seat of the pretended monk of St. Mary’s; there was between this grave meeting, and the banditti met to perform their orgies, other points of comparison, Had Frank Percival been sud- _.denly introduced into this brilliantly illuminated saloon, he would undoubtedly have recognized the features of more than one of the party, and among the voices, more than one which would have made | him shudder. When Bembo was ushered into the room, Sir William Marlow, the under cashier of the bank was in possession of the floor. I affirm, he declaimed with affectation and pe- dantic gravity, and Iam bold to say it; I pretend that the moment is well chosen for the substrac- tion in question. I think that from the position I hold, I have the means of speaking upon this subject. with well founded authority; I may even say with perfect consistency— Hear, hear! cried Lord Rupert, who Saves: thinking himself in the Upper House. I thank the noble lord for his kind intervuptiol | rejoined the great official. I maintain—mo eae over, I advance, that the vaults of our adminis “ae | tration never before ek eae so large a quantity % cComichooksicom