The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 169: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 167 cried one of the spectators, which the others re- peated in full chorus, but Bishop cried out ina voice of thunder ; be silent, fools: do you think I would give two guineas for a live man P Bishop hada lancet with him, with which he operated epon Mike’s eyes ; and Turnbull’s scalp was sewn back so as not to prevent his seeing. They stood up once more, when Mike, with Bob’s insidious advice, butted his head with such vio- lence against Turnbull’s chest that it cracked again, and Turnbull fell heavily to the ground, bleeding profusely from the mouth, Mike, quite exhausted, fell close coy him, In halfan hour after this, a profound silence reigned in Before lane. <A faint light only glim- mered through the ill-closed shutters of the pipe and Pot. Snail had gone home, being dragged away by his pretty Madge, who declared herself highly delighted with her evening’s amusement; and he in turn dragged of the unhappy Loo, whom the noctural fog was suffocating. The other customers had followed Snaii’s example, af- — ter having most religiously covered over the bodies i dead or living, of the two gladiators. There were, however, some persons still stirring at the Pipe and Pot. Come Peggy, said the burker, roughly, relieve | us from your company, will you, my old hag} 2— and you Sally, be off to bed! and as quickly. as ze : possible, for we have business to talk about, — Bishop remained alone in the bar-room, Bob ; ae sliped into the parlour. _ Your honour, whispered he to Paterson, “ne comicbooks:com