The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 136: what you’re looking at

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134 MYSTERIES ragged beggar, Bob Lantern, our worthy compa= nion ? : There he is, replied Snail, only ten paces from us. | And then, changing his tone, he went on ina voice which might be heard at some distance: It is true, Snail, by St. Peter. The most cunning are those whe are the most easily deceived. See, for example, that rascally hang dog Bob, our good comrade, whom we all esteem as he deserves, by St. Patrick we do. Well, Snail, my son, Bob is deceived; deceived in the most rascally manner by that Temperance, whom he doats upon, poor - devil! | Bob had stopped short. Snail could hardly restrain® himgelf from laughing outright. The captain took a firmer grasp of the handle of his cane. Did not somebody speak? cried Paddy, darting — out of the corner; some one certainly spoke! — Blood-and-’ounds, and damnation! who was it spoke? Ah, I see aman there! aman who has been eaves- dropping. The captain took hold of his cane with both — hands, and let fall a heavy shower of blows on poor Bob’s shoulders, who ran off howling. Snail — was obliged to hold his sides, he laughed so | heartily. Captain Paddy, satisfied with the success of the farce he had enacted, left Snail, and returned to Covent-garden. But as Old Nick would have it, he completely forgot to buy the oranges for _ Mrs, Burnett, a /apsus in gallantry which thee 7 lady never forgave. comicbooks.com