The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 161: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

144 REYNOLDS’ WORKS dwelling, each saying within himself, ‘‘ Oh, how I wish I was the Duke of Marchmont! ”’ But if it had been given to any one of these to penetrate with a glance through those walls, to plunge a look into one particular room of that mansion, and to behold the rich and titled owner thereof lying back in his seat overwhelmed with the consternation of horror, or if it had been possible for some spirit voice to breathe the astounding truth in the ears of those loiterers and gazers, the self-murmured words would have been, ‘‘ Thank God I am not the Duke of Marchmont! ” Eomicboo cS (e(0)