The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 398: what you’re looking at

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. oT ft, ask me who I was, Clara, that day when you sup- Cheapside ; that day when you reliovec 2 poor 396 MYSTERIES The complainings became weaker, and then again were uttered more loudly. Susannah took a candle from the table, and eagerly pushed open a door, which. was behind the chair in which she} had been sitting. The bed in which the fainting Clara was lying, was within 2 few pacesofher. _ Susannah advanced close to Clara’s bedside, and was looking upon the poor patient with eyes full of commiseration. But her gaze had searcely fallen upon the features of Clara, when her own expressed extraordinary emotion, Clara opened her burning eyelids, for she had felt a kiss upon her hand. Her dream appeared | to continue—that was her first thought, but bow truly sweet and celestial was it then! The angels of her former dreams were not so beautiful as this woman, with her friendly smile, who appeared to her to be the goed genius ef hope and merey. Clara gazed upon her with charming eyes, and her moanings ceased. It is then really you! at length murmured Su- | sannah in a low tone, : which struck the ears of Clara like the notes of distant and sweet music; | if is you—ycu whom | have zo jong sought— : A mute astonishment was depicted on the face | of Clara Maciariane. You no longer recollect me, rejoined Susannah, Who then are you, madam ? asked Clara, You do not know my name, and you did not rted my fainting form upon the pavement of “Anknown girl, who was dying with hunger. > CONMEIOO Sx6OL)