The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 390: what you’re looking at

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388 MYSTERIES to which the doctor wished to expose her. This was a respite— a reprieve between her tortures and the last act of martyrdom. The Marquis de Rio Santo got into his carriage, with the Caevalier Angelo Bambo. He was go deeply absorbed in thought, that he had not re- membered to ask Doctor Mcore of the state of Mary Trevor’s health. During the ride he remain- ed silent, only, from time to time, muttering to himself some unconnected sentences, from which the bent of his thoughts could not be gathered. At the moment the carriage stopped in Belgrave- square, he tock Bsmbho’s hand, which he firmly clasped: Angelo, said he, the hour draws near. I shall soon require your continued services. If there he any one in the world whom you love, think of them to night and to morrow; for after that times you must be wholly mine, Angelo; will you not? I am yours, Don Jose, replied Bembo; whoily yours, And then, when Rio Sinto bad left Fim to re- tire into his own apartment, Bembo, being alone, repea'ed slowly and in a melancholy tone: If there be any one in the world whom ycu love— Poor girl | Instead of going to his chamber. he glided softly along the passage into which the door of Argus Macfarlane’s room cpened, and went to the win- dow which looked toward the Lord’s corner, and leaned out of it. Anna was still in the room in which we have already seen her. She was still seated in the arm- chair, which served her asa bed, But she was Comicbooks-com