The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 119: what you’re looking at

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6F LONDON, — 117 ceive her, because ber broad red face is a foot pelow the surface of the crowd ; but we affirm on our honour, that she is there, leaning with ali —” her weight, upon the brawny arm of the good captain. They were making some progress toward the door, but so slowly, that the pickpockets had am- pie time to reap their harvest at their leisure. Captain Paddy O’Chrane and his companion had, at that moment, atiained the last step of the ‘entrance. The torment of the suffering landlady had almost reached its term. She was about being able to refresh her lungs with large inspira- tions of that warm and mawkish air, which, when a theatre is well filled, ascends from the pit, to the suffocation of those who are placed in the up- per regions. Even this perspective, unpromising ag 1t might be, waz in her present situation, a great relief to her. Upon the same principle that the sight of land drives away sea sickness. Nothing could be more agreeable to Dorothy. She left the captain’s arm for a moment, and passed the threshold. Paddy was about to follow her; but that evening was destined to be replete — Sith: startling incidents. At the instant he was about following Mrs. Burnett, two hands were heavily placed upon his shoulders, and an un- known voice whispered in his ear—I forbid you from turning round to discover who I am, gentle- man of the night? Paddy stopped suddenly and ~ did not move a finger. Therusb continued, and _ he was separated from Mrs... Burnett, whom he lost beet of. comichooks com