The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 45: what you’re looking at

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®F LONDON, 45 Poor feliow! muttered his friends; there is othing certain—mere rumours—flying reports, What reports. | They say—but perhaps it is a ie—but they do Say that Miss Trevor is about to be married to Rio Santo. _ Frank passed his hand over his brow. _ And who is Rio Santo? he asked. His friend looked upon him in amazement, Have you not heard of Rio Santo? he said ; of ‘whom the people speak in Switzerland? Rio Santo is a marquis ; a pheenix. Farewell, Perci- val; Sir Pau! is making me a sign that a fourth ‘hand j is wanted at whist. Frank was struck dumb by this new discovery. ~ Good evening my dear friend, exclaimed a ei voice in his ear; if isan age since I have - seen you, as i was saying yesterday. Iam sure ‘that you have been enjoying yourself in Switzer- land. I speak seriously, but you look sad; 1 suspect you have been told that Rio Santo— Ig it true? muttered Frank. Ido not know that; dear Rio Santo under- stands devilish well how to conduct these affairs 5 besides, my dear friend, he has more millions than ‘you have hundreds—ho is irresistible, upon my ‘word, _ Lantures Luces whirled upon his heel and departed. Frank moved about like a man in a trance, but soon fell the arm ofa lady upon his own. _ My, Frank Percival, said the Countess of Derby you are unfortunate, very unfortunate; for doubt- less you already know—— ‘ * COMmmielooOolks.conn