The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 93: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 9] . | diabtose, and mechanically raised the curtain. A soach was just at that moment turning out of vegent-streef. Alas, continued Jack, a dreadful fatality attends his noble house. Almost all the Percivals, fa- hers and sons, have died in duels—and the motto, which actually accompanies their arms, appears min eternal and bloody prophecy. Stephen turned his head to read the motto : Mors forro nostra mors! death by the sword is ur death. | | Mors ferro nostra mors! slowly continued old Wack. ‘The last time I heard these latin words repeated, they were uttered by the father of his honour, the late Karl of Fife, Heaven rest his soul! he pronounced them your honour, when following the remains of his eldest son, who had been killed in single combat. : Stephen heard not a word. The coach had stopped before the portico of Dudley House, Two strangers had alighted from it, who, assisted .by the coachman, were endeavouring to raise what appeared to he a lifeless object, extended upon one of the séats of the coach. Stephen uttered a ery of horror. Frank! my poor Frank! exclaimed he, rush- | ‘ing out of the rcom. ~ Old Jack hurried towards the window and looked out. | His honour! exclaimed he, mors ferro nostra mors, and he fainted, and fell heavily to the ground, When he recovered his senses, he was lying in the same place where he had fallen. one had thought on him, He looked around EComichooks ;Gom