The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 395: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 398 My father—my dear father! cried Anna, Leave me, leave me! cried Angus. I saw them— oe as Anna attempted to throw’ her arms around his neck, he threw her violently upon the pavement, and fied, oryang howe of them! both of them! ‘Bembo lost sight of him, for he turned down Belgrave Lane. He then. again took Anna who had fainted, in his arms, and carried her © away. The next morning the Marquis de Rio Santo found the laird’s bed vacant. There was no one near him to whom he could confide his unéasi- ness; for, during the whole of the day; the Che- valier Angelo Bembo did not return to trish House. CHAPTER XIX. It was the evening before the day on which the Marquis de Rio Santo was placed in such immi- nent danger, by the fierce attack of Angus Mat- farlane ; it was on that same evening, toward three o’clock, that the Chevalisr Angelo rescued the youngest of the laird’s daughters from her ‘prison in Lord’s corner. It was, consequently, the same evening, that Frank Percival was to have kept the appointment given him by the Countess of Derby. - But many things had occurred between | the: a time that letter was received, and the hope of aj ae pointmént, at which the Marquis de Rio Santo Comkeloookxs.conn!