The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 176: what you’re looking at

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_belongivg to the splendid carriage we have just | mentioned descended from his box, opened the! - €oach door, and let down the steps. A diminu-| _ alighted from the carriage, and hopping with the | “mud, directed her steps toward the hackney) 174% ~ MYSTERTES out after the servant, for she had just now reflected | that the coachman might very easily drive off | with the box. It is certain that in this wicked | world stranger things than this have happened. | She hastened into the coach, the door of which was immediately shut, leaving Betty who would have given three months’ wages to know the! meaning of this mysterious adventure, gaping | with wonder and amazement. The coachman | jumped upon his box, laid the whip stoufly upon his horses’ sides, and trotted off without inquiring | where he was to drive. | The coach had passed through the Weat end, | and had got as far as Fleet street, It then} went up Ludgate Hill, and stopped at St. Paul’s Church Yard, to the right of the grand entrance | of the cathedral. Not far from there stood a/| brilliant equipege, the panels of which bore the} arms of Dunois. Immediately on tie arrival of| the hackney coach with Lady B—, the coachman | tive old woman, muffled up in ‘a satin wrapper, | amply wadded, and lined and trimmed with fur, | agility of acat from stone to stone to avoid the} eoach. The driver of the latter vehicle, in his| turn, jumped from his box, and opened the coach door. The little lady made three low curtseys to | Lady B—, and with an extravagantly broad Ita- lian accent, said : | I am the most humble servant of your highness, Romicpooks gem