The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 10: what you’re looking at

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8 MYSTERIES appropriate position behind the bar, which she condescended to leave at intervals, and whisper graciously to Captain Paddy, who was evidently a favourite customer of the landlady. Between the doors a maid wag standing—a maid whose beauty of countenance 2nd symmetry of form would have showered ints her lap countless ingots of gold, in those days when artists were princes, and lavished upon their cherished models the most extravagant wealth. Sbe was of unsurpassed loveliness. Her profile recalled to mind those perfect medels in which the ancient masters embodied their dreams of beauty, while upon her brow were traced the severe lineaments of dignity and reserve. A score of individuals, whose disordered cos- tume bespoke watermen of the Thames, now crowded into the tap-room, and immediately call- ed for unmixed gin, which they imbibed in “oe ous draughts, standing before the bar. Susannah, my darling, exclaimed the captain, mix me sixpence worth of gin, cold without adding thereto the faintest idea of a lemon. The beautiful maid to whom the order was ad- dressed, did not apparently hear it, for she re- mained immovable. 1°ll be hangsd if she will hear me, grumbled the captain. [I shall appeal to the landlady— Mistress Burnett; Mistress Burnett! | The queen of the ‘Crown Arms’ entered with the majesty of gait becoming her jsovereignty, mingled with the modesty of demeanour which wa3 dus to her guests. Mistress Burnett was short and plethoric, and her red face was enhan- Comicbooks.com