The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 111: what you’re looking at

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fy LY ae ee ee ee disgust. — For simu!taneously as his eyes were seared by the spectacle — _of half-naked girls and wretched boys wrapped in rags, all — engaged in a hideous orgy, his ears were assailed | _ jabber of mony tongues, all enunciating language o f the 86 THE COURT OF LONDON derly brought up until about the age of ern when ‘she was enticed away from her home sand parents by sor 1€ vile old woman; and ever since she had clung to a i of dissipation and profligaey which we now find her pu rm It wanted about twenty minutes to the r cht hour when Mr. Page, dreased im the shabliiest suit of chaliaale the porter at Hodson and Morley’s had to lend him, ery his face and hands purposely smeared over with dirt, entered’. the Kinchin-Ken. But scarcely had he reached the ¢ esh- old of the door opening into the front room, when the scene that burst upon hie sight produced such a poignant tion of loathing that he stood for a few moments almost motionless with mingled surprise, horror, and r the — most obeeese, Olthy, and profane description. In f ~<a “tall was a perfect paradise compared | pandemoniam that now broke upon his view; _ the — society he had seen at the former place appeared angels of light in contrast with the juvenile specimens of bruta humanity that were huddled together in the Kinch _ “Oh, I say, Bill, here’s a feller a-comin’ whose fae is quite unbeknown,” exclaimed one of the thieves, ‘hing sight of Mr. Page. “ We’ll make him stand a pot or I’m jiggered. Come in, old feller. Don’t stand on like ceremony. We'll make room for yer.” ‘ Page, recovering his self-possession, instantly accepted — the invitation thus blurted forth at the top - a voice. vhich © sounded like an asthmatic bagpipe; and immediately three or four little wretches of boys and girls nadie a placed rhim at their table, giggling heartily amongst themselves while — he was taking his seat, as if it were excellent fun. = ~~ “ Now, then, old feller, wot’ll yer stand? ’ demanded chal youth who had already addressed him. “ Our lush is heavy — yet, yer see,” he continued, turning a pewter pot vpeided down tm prove that it was empty. “ Let NOW THEN OLD"E WHATLL this good a by ar and voice as wen és he time flinging twe or three shillings down upon the table. ee : e er a books.com Gomi —a@)