The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 121: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, | 119 4 CHAPTER XVII. . beats . oy ae ¥ res nah ya . The crowd had gone in. A drizzly, but icy. rain was beginning to fall, There remained in front of the theatre, only a few pelicemen. The be pickpockets had withdrawn to the drinking shops, sa % are is tty where they were engaged in disposing of their booty, either to one another, or to receivers of stolen gosds, who were naturally drawn there to meet them, One of the first carriages which drew up before the portico of Covent Garden, was that of Lady Campbell. Miss Mary Trever and her aunt, alighted, and entered the theatre without meet- ing with any impediment, Drive on coachman! take your turn. | Take your turn, rascal! cried a soft and _¢ffeminate voice from another equipage; my lovely One, Jam speaking seriously—our stupid fellow is capable of allowing that ignoble cab to cut in before us, . ; The carriage door was opened, the steps let down. and the Viscount de Lantures Luces care- fully descended from it. He held cut his hand. Viscount, I am looking for my scent- bottle, : gaid a lady, in a sharp and rather cavalier tone. Really, may charmer, really !— pee e viscount hounded into the carriage, and — on found the scent. cottle. This. being done, he hs again descended and held out bis hand. fu T am sure, viscount, said the lady, that you have mielaid my fan. — Sie Comicbooks: com A >.