The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 161: what you’re looking at

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OB LONDON. 159 hour sitting upon the post, frozen, in bad humour, and not knowing what to decide upon. The noise which Stephen “made on closing the street door, abruptly startled him from his sorrowful musings. He rose, and shaking his stiffened limbs, half ‘benumbed by the cold and humid atmosphere, exclaimed, _ Where the devil am I? J eannot sleep in the street, that is certain. Let me see— He then walked up Cheapside, and getting into a hackney coach upon the stand near St. Paul’s, the coachman, when he let him in, said, Where shall I drive your honour to? To Covent Garden Theatre; set me down op- pesite the theatre; and then he added to himself, it would be devilish hard, if among Peg’s custom- ers, I cannot find what I am looking for. eel CHAPTER XXIV. Never, oh! never had Bob Lantern been seen to occupy himself so actively upon a matter in which he had no concern, The thrashing he had received from good Captain O’Chrane appeared to have produced an extraordinary effect in him, for when Snail, on his return from his important — mission, regained the Pipe and Pot, he found Bob working away with hands and feet, clearing out the lath and plaster with which the Tap had been most choked up, to serve, as he said, his friend ionest Mike, who on his part did not appear te %, wary be ees wt ” * 4 - ye wee yr. o. 2 2) ee: tes Sth comicbooks-com