The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 120: what you’re looking at

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118 _ MYSTERIES Do you know Lady B—, the nee of the — Duke of — ? demanded the voice. Yes, my lord. If she should, during the first act, come into his Royal Highness’s box, you must go down into the faloon, immediately after the curtain falls. A man will accost youin the saloon, and give you the countersign. You will do whatever he orders you to do. Yes, my lord. Should she not come in during the first act, you will wait till the secend ; if she should not come then, you must still wait. Yes, my lord: I will implicitly obey what you have ordered. The captain no longer felt the hands upon his shoulders. No matter, muttered he; I would have given a shilling or two to have seen the face of that mysterious rascal, who, I of course respect as is my duty. Secrets, nothing but secrets. I am not curious; but if I did not feel sure that my lords of the night were powerful enough to have me hanged, I would find some means of seeing clearly through all this. Paddy—Mr. O’Chrane, cried a plaintive voice — from the interior of the theatre. Ah, Dorothy, my love, ysu great gin tap, repli- _ ed the captain—the last words, however, were - gaid aside: but the devil fetch me, one must at- tend to business : and our good Paddy entered the theatre, without daring to look round to dis- cover who was the owner of that mysterious voice which had been whispering into his ear, <. 4h ~. 7 ~ ~ =< AP | er Comicbooks.com