The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 216: what you’re looking at

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214 MYSTERIES Angus did not observe his emotion. He drew near the fire to dry his sandals, which were soaked with wet, and threw upon the table his bonnet, which was ornamented with a sprig of yew. i am tired, said he; get my room ready, Your room! reiterated Gruff, in a grumbling tone; your room, Macfarlane! the devil take me if I expected to see you to-night !—yes, Macfar- lane, or your honour, as you are now cailed—as I said, the devil take me if I expected you. Is my room occupied by any one? All my house is at your honour’s orders, replied Mrs. Gruff, whose unchangeable politeness nothing could disturb ; I will run to see about it, and will be back directly—in less than a quarter of an hour it shall be prepared for you. She rose from her bench, and in passing her husband, gave him a dreadful pinch on the arm, who stiffied a cry which was nearly escaping him. Try to amuse him, she whispered in his ear; and when you hear me cough, come up stairs, The landlady crept up stairs with wolf- like steps, and had again taken up her position at the door of the room in which were the two sisters, Within that room was passing a strange scene, and one that would have moved the heart of even the most indifferent .spectator. The ale which Mrs. Gruff had poured out, that My good Edinburgh ale, containing a tolerable strong dose of water, which Bishop, the burker, had given to Bob Lantern at the Pipe and Pot; this water was nothing more than a powerful narcotic. The i sisters aie hardly swallowed a few mouthfuls: Of 4 q