The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 202: what you’re looking at

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THE NEGRESS 175 and skylights of which should beat back every sound of grief, despair, or anguish which might emanate from the lips of whomsoever Sir John Steward’s lustful iniquity rendered a captive there. The inner door swung open, and the negress, as she thus passed into the room, said, ‘‘ Fear not, young lady, this gentleman comes for a friendly purpose.” The next instant Christian Ashton crossed the threshold and entered the chamber; ejaculations of mingled joy and astonishment burst from the lips of both himself and the young lady who was a captive there, and the next moment they were clasped in each other’s arms. ‘“ Dearest Christian.”’ ‘* Dearest, dearest Isabella.” And to both did it all appear to be a dream. EOMINGIOOKS (CO)