The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 167: 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 U 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! ”’ CORMMICLOOO <S (E(0)