The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 393: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 391 whose features bore an expression whieh she could not define, Do not alarm yourself, said Bembo, in so ten- der a tone, that Anna felt relieved ; you need not fear me, madam ; my presence ought not to occa- sion you any alarm. He took her hand and raised her up, adding, sorrowfully : Of us two, it is not you, madam, who has reason to be alarmed, or to supplicate. How came you here, sir? she asked, with some slight remains of disgust. Madam, said Bembo, I came here to save you. And then surmounting his instinctive repugnance to the words he was about to utter, he added, en- deavouring to force a smile, do you not guess that I am sent by him P By him! cried Anna, whose features then ex- _ pressed unbounded confidence. By Stephen, said Bembo, whispering. Anna sprang up with joy; she laughed and wept at the same moment, Bembo turned bis’ ) head away, but she did not perceive it. : You have come to fetch me away? I shall — again see him, see Clara—all that I love. Thanks, thanks! Oh, I shall love you, too. Bembo suffered cruelly; but he had fortitude enough to carry out his generous stratagem to its completion. Come, said Bembo, Stephen is expecting you. He took the young girl, who. offered no ae a resistance, in his arms, and began descending the silk ladder with great precaution. Bembo’s back was turned on Irish House, while on the contras comichooks;com