The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 206: what you’re looking at

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204 MYSTERIES men. Lord Trevor instantly recognised him, and — turned away his head. Here is a letter for your lordship, said old Jack, f from his honour. Lord Trevor pushed away the letter. Take it, my lord, take it, in the name of Heas © ven, my master is dying. j Lord Trevor took the letter and tore it, with- | out reading it. Jack started back as if he had received a blow in the face; his eyes flashed fire; | he drew himself up to his full height, and then he | bowed his head sorrowfully, and threw upon the | old lord a look of sorrowiul reproach. | It was his last hope, said he, slowly, and with — i] indescribable grief; my poor Frank has nothing now left, but to die. | iy { | | CHAPTER XXXL During a great part of the day, a man was ob- served prowling about Finch-lane, and along the | pavement of Cornhill. He was dressed in coms plete Scottish costume. Tartan, feathered bon- | net, naked legs, philabeg, and sandals—nothing — was wanting. | When he thought no one was observing him, | the Scotchman directed his attention toward the | house of Stephen’s mother. He then seemed _ | uneasy and sorrowful, and the more so, the longer ee : his stay lasted. He appeared vexed, and stamped | his feet impatiently, and gave that peculiar money ; of the shoulders, so common among the lower comicbooks. com Ly