The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 19: what you’re looking at

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ak LONDON. Che i.” fey tf have no hope for the Pa no shelter for the present. I will give you shelter—lI will restore hope to your heart. _ Susannah hurried on her walk, saying, in an indignant tone, I am not for sale, | God forbid, my girl ! | love and will not sell myself. Is that the only reason? asked Tyrrel, in a tone of great surprise. Yes, - he girl was now hastening over the short in- : terval which separated her from the river, when the blind man seized her by the arm, and asked, with a tonelof great anxlety. Would not shame deter you from selling your- self? Shame! shoe repeated; no. How then were you educated in childhood? exclaimed Tyrrel, astonished, Kaiucated! My mother abandoned me in in- fancy: my father was a jew, and hung at Tyburn asa thief. Have you lear aed ngthini. then ? I know how io live. My father was rich, she added, in a tressulous tone; before he was hung, i was taught to dress, dance, and speak many of the continenial tongues, Do you speak the truth? — _ I am going to drown myself: why should I lie? | _ The wandering rays of light from a neighbour~" Ph house fell upon the faces of the actors in this B COMME OOKSsCOnN