The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 39: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 37 since his departure, and wait with great impa- tience for his return. | Rio Santo listened with rapture to the harmony of a voice, which had passed idly from his ear the night before; buf its swect and gentie tone now touched some cherd in his memory, which had pyeen mute for years. He now started from his |concealed position. The paie face of Miss Trevor became suddeniy purple; she suspected that her answer had been overheard, and she was seized again by that instinc!tve fear which the presence of the marquis had alfeady inspired. She pressed Disana’s arm. Come, let us go, said she, drawing |her astonished friend toward the room where the }company were assembled. Was there a sees behind your chair? asked Miss Stewart, gaily Hush! Diana turned and perceived the ardent look of Rio Santo, fol lowing her retreating friend, and she too became serious, | How he stares at you, said she; his eye seems to dart a ray of fire, Mary trembled still more. } Rie Santo quitted his position. and atresehed j himself in the pureed, ey Miss Trevor had pretreat. Within a few days, Rio Santo was pre- fisented to Lady Campbell and Lord Trevor. The former was precisely the woman to appreciate the ‘varied accomplishments of the elegant marquis, She was not a little flattered by the assiduous CORnmiel XOOKSaCORN