The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 394: what you’re looking at

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‘N 392 MYSTERIES Clara was looking toward it. The descent was performed very slowly, for the ladder oseillated at every movement. When half way down, be tween the window and the ground, Bembo thought he heard the noise of one of the windows im Irish House opening. He continued his descént; a few stéps lower he felt Anna trembling violent- ly. * Look! look! said she, in great terror; there is a phantom, which is gliding among the ‘branches of those trees. Bembo endeavoured, but in vain, to turn sistseif Anna kept looking at the phantom which was de- scending the trunk of cne of the trees behind Irish House. When it got to a level with the wall of the eourt yard, it tlung to it, and seemed fora moment undecided. It was a half naked man, whose meagre limbs could be perceived in the moonlight. Anna was dying with fear. At length Bembo placed his foot on the last round of the ladder—at the same instant was heard the fall of a body on the pavement. It was the phan- tom who had just jumped into the street: so that the two fugitives and this man reached the ground .at the same instant, and found themselves in the presence of each other. It is my father! cried Auna, téaring herself from Bembo’s arms, and rushing toward him. Angts, for it was really him, advanced one step toward his daughter, whose voice he had re- cognised; but as if immediately seized with 3 mysterious horror, he drew back staggering. Always the shadows of the dead Werore oe muttered hé, with agonised feeling. a comichbooksiicom >: =