The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 133: what you’re looking at

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ef : OF LONDON, - 131 himself with an Irishman of six feet long and two feet broad, and who, moreover, he was sure to get hold of some day, without the fatigue of fetching. The captain crossed Bow-street, and paused at the corner of Before lane, He kicked open the ricketty door of the Pipe and Pot. The place had assumed a more anima- ted aappearance than before, and Sally Redhead was awkwardly running from table ‘fo table, to supply the numercus wants of the guests. How are you, Peg, you ugly old witch ? said the captain; how are you my oldfriend? Give me a glass of rum, Sally; you are getting dirtier than an old dishcloth, my sweet little dear. He then advanced a few steps and found himself standing. between Snail and Bob. Indecision once more assailed him, and more perplexingly than ever, | May I be d—d if I am not giad to see you, captain, said Snail. My good Mr. O’Chrane, said Bob, respectfully, my service to you. It must be that wicked varmint, Snail, the dear jewel, muttered Paddy, that horrible thief—Bob, although an inestimable lad, I should be afraid to trust. Shall we have the honour of drinking with you, captain ? said Snail. 7 __ Yes, certainly, you rascal gallows bird! Ti drink with you, my son, and with big Mike, Bg _ stupid lump of flesh, and with your pretty Madge, _as you call her, although—but that’s no matter— and even | with Loo, the poor girl. In the devil’s parr sr aye AO O&O x , A ee he ¢ Gomichooks.com