The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 165: what you’re looking at

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— Prone eae er ‘s > * OF LONDON. 163) Ah! Mike is your brother. in-law, replied Tom | Turnbull; that’s all right, 1’l! do for him! At this name, Mike gave a convulsive shudder, and struck the table with his fist, and with such force that he made the glasses and pitchers jump again, . Where is he? where is he P cried he ; this time Pll kill him ! May you have spoken the truth! thought Bob. Snail clapped his hands, repeating a hundred times that the ball was going to open. He was not wrong. Turnbuil had heard the threat pro- nounced by Mike; he got up and called him by his name, They went into the Tap, which shortly | afterwards had the appearance of a regular battle field. All the customers of the Pipe and Pot were placed around the arena as spectators under the direction of Bob Lantern. Behind the men were seen, standing on benches, Peg Witch, Sally Redhead, and Loo, who kept or singing a mono= tonous and doleful measure, Madge, as was na-= tural, had a place assigned to her among the men, Her hat, her coat, her boots, her pipe, and her beard, gave her an undoubted right to such an - honour. | The two champions were taking measure of each other with their eyes, while Bob and Charley were discussing the regulations for the combat. At this moment a gentle knock was heard. at | the street door. | _ Don’t open the door, cried Mitehell, or rl rangle oS ; tis the policeman, . ~-m a a ~*~ ws “vk Ge ost Oy ines Comichooks.com