The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 207: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 205 ‘and more dirty class of beggars ia all countries, ‘but which habit the proud Scottish montaineers would be ashamed to adopt. About three o’clock in the afternoon, Stephen Macnab, taking advantage, as we have before said, | of the presence of the unfortunate Sir Edmund Mackenzie at Frank’s bedside, paid a hasty visit to |his mother. As soon as the Scotchman saw his jcabriolet drawn up to the door, he concealed ‘bimself in Finch-lane, looking stealthily around the corner. The devil, grumbled he, in bad humour; now | we have the young fellow! well, this was all that was wanting to complete the bother: | am in d—d bad luck to-day— evening is coming on, and ‘I shall have hard work to earn my poor crust of bread. | When Stephen had gone into the house, the / Scotchman returned to his post. In afew mi- | nutes, however, the door of Mrs. Macnab’s house | was again opened, and Stephen re-appeared with his mother leaning upon his arm, whom he was | about to leave at the Reverend John Butler’s, on | his way back to Dudley House. They both got into ) the cabriclet, which drove off. On seeing this, |} the Scotchman’s looks brightened considerably; he shook his plumes and rubbed his hands with . | delight, As soon as they were out of sight, he | Crossed the street and gave a thundering knock | at Mrs, Macnah’s door. __ What do you want? asked the servant girl, who _ opend the door to him. _ Bob, whom our readers have doubtless recog- hhised, raised his bonnet, and exclaimed, with the ae : comichooks; com