The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 100: what you’re looking at

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PA * 98 MYSTERIES saw all that passed—the flight of that miserable wretch sufficiently proves it, Do you pretend to accuse me sir ? Do not Jet us lose time in vain words, if you please. Whatl pretend is, that you immedistely proceed to attend to the cure of Mr. Frank Per- cival—immediately: do you understand me? Immediately! reiterated Doctor Moore, this bears the appsarance of a command. it is ons sir, said Stephen firmly. The brow of the Doctor became contracted. He drew backastep. His hands seemed to plurge instinctively into the deep pockets of his frock coat. His whole person assumed a menacing aspect, Then, all of a sudden, his brow cleared up, while a bitter smile curled his upper lip. I must request the Oxford licentiate, said he, with forced gaiety to prepare the bandages and lint—I am ready to dress the wound of this gen- tleman. -The operation was immediately commenced. It was a very singularone. Doctor Moore, being constantly under the domination of ihe eye of the young practitioner, employed alli the resources of that surgical art, which bad so much contributed to raise his reputation above that of ali his compe- titors. He operated rapidly and surely, and ap- peared ostentatiously not to omit any of those -‘ninor details observed by the profession under similar circumstances, Stephen, while he prompily and minutely obeyed every order which the docior gave him, followed all hismovements with a wary eyé, for which the doctor endeavoured to reyenge himself by a mocking and bitter smile, a “a - ice 2 lg comicbooks. com > as iG Shae