Angelina's distress over these mischances was pathetic. Come now, I am very glad to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. As he stood upon the bridge, he held down the light, and looked into the profound abyss. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time.
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