The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 75: what you’re looking at

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R OF LONDON. _ 73 Tin: mad, gaid he, after a few minutes medita- tion, She is as pure as the angels she resembles, What torments I am destined to endure! I will see poor Frank; we will mourn together, if we cannot console éach other. Anna, on the other hand, was cheerful, and expressed artlessly to her cousin her heartfelt | itude, which he was too much absorbed to : notice. She believed, that on her account f {tephen had denied himself the pleasure of at- tending the ball, and she could not conceal her gratification. As soon as breakfast was over, and while the ‘tea was smoking on the table, Clara left the breakfast table to assume that position where, half shielded by the curtains, she could overlook the rooms of the opposite mansion. It was here that she daily seated herself. She often came there in. vain, for Edward’s visits to this house were very unfrequent. Clara timidiy advanced her white and taper fingers, drew them back, and then advanced again. The curtain was again raised, but then so slightly. It was sufficient. She ponid see him, whose thoughts filled her whcle soul. The eye of Edward wandering and meditative, was no longer, directed toward her window; Clara therefore felt. no further alarm, and resumed her frst position, ds the course of a few mine when she ee : ae ayes Deticells again sauehe the : mndow. Oh, we.can positively declare, thar Jlara had the firm intention of again concealing © Eomichbooks com