The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 175: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 178 the peculiar position in which he is now placed, and the steps we have this morning taken, we are nduced to expect that you will have already received twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes. Be pleased to take this sum with yon and get ore the railing of your house, and order the lcoachman to drive you to St, Paul’s Church: you must be alone. There was no signature to this letter. Lady B—rang her bell violently. Betty, said she to her lady’s maid, go and see what there is standing in the street before the door. Go! What there is, my lady ? Go and look, I tell you! Betty went cut, and returned in a few seconds, uite out of breath. There is nothing, my lady. Nothing, Betty—are you quite sure? | Sure, my lady—nothing but a hackney coaeh : the driver looked at me so strangely. Was there nothing brought with this letter ? asked Lady B—. | Ob! yes, my lady, I put it on your dressing iable, a small satin wood box, Bring it to me. Betty brought the box. Lady B— opened it, and found that it was full of bank notes; she closed it again, and locked it, _ Carry that into the hackney coach. _ When Betty had left her, Lady B— threw a Dashmere shawl upon her shoulders, and hurried EComichooks-com