The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 102: what you’re looking at

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100 MYSTERIES His hand still continued upoh the hilt of the dirk, but without anger. He no longer regarded Doctor Moore as an assassin, but asa saviour. The dressing being completed. a slight colour re- turned to the lips of the wounded man. Jack began te smile through his tears, and the dirk fell from his hand. May Ged bless you! murmured he, behind Doctor Moore ; and may God forgive me, if I was mistaken just now, when | accused you. Tae doctor did not deign either to turn round, or to reply to him. This gentleman is saved, said he to Stephen. In inexperienced hands his wound might have proved mortal; but now, all human precautions having been taken, F will answer for his life, Stephen bowed, 2nd taking from his pecket- book a five pound note, presented it to the dector. The doctor, without any sort of affectation, refused it. [ have nothing further to do here, said he, tak- ing up his cane and gloves. I suppose, sir, that it does not picase you to dsiain me any further P You are free, sir, replied Stephen, Very well! replied Doctor Moore, moving to- ward the door Before passing the threshold, ke paused a moment. again put his bands into his pockets, and turned round, said: now that you have proclaimed that I am free, 1 wish to inform you, my young master, that I have never been other- wise, In cur profess ion—and this you may by and by find out—we are frequently exposed to dangerous ambuscades [t is merely simple pru- dence, to protect ourselves against them. The doctor drew his hands out of his pockets in each —e ~ + ERs Y camicbooks:.< com rate