The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 147: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 145 Look again, said the voice ; but this time look low. What do you see? I see the shoulders of a woman. Be silent. Can’t you see her face? No, my lord. | Wait then. They continued to hold Snail’s head in the game position, until he exclaimed : I see her, my lord, I see her face. Silence. The screen was once more closed, and all was dark again. They released Snail’s head, who shook himself like a poodle dog. You are now going out, turn toward the door, and do not look behind you. The door was opened, and Snail was pushed out as unceremoniously as he had been pushed in. Even if he had the intention of disobeying the. order he had just received from the mysterious voice, he would not have been abie to do so, for the door was instantly shut upon him. He found © himself in the lobby, beside the man who had accosted himin the saloon, When he had got | into the light his pompous hardihood returned to him, , Well, my lord, said Snail, lam the very humble servant of their lordships and yours too, but this is a singular way they have of passing their time. To my mind, the honest gentlemen who are there might just as well go down into their cellars, as to take the trouble of coming to the theatre— they would see just as much, : | Peace, child, peace. K comicbooks:com