The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 221: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

he, OF LONDON, 219 was riveted to the flooring of the room, immedi- ately in the centre of the place where the table had before stood, and by main strength raised up a heavy trap-door, which groaned upon its rusty hinges. Whose there? he asked, in a low tone. Companion f replied the voice of Bob Lantern, from the bottom of the dark hole. _ The pulley was immediately put in motion, and ‘the white hammock containing Clara disappeared through the trap-door. The rope was again drawn up. Mrs. Gruff, during the first operation, had had time to wrap p Anna, who was now ready to be let down. ‘But at the moment that the worthy pair were ‘arranging the hammock, they heard the noise of footsteps, and the gloomy face of Angus Macfar- Jane appeared at the room door. | He had come up stairs into the room without any precise intentions, but merely because it was” @ room he usuaily occupied when in London, ~~ Leave me, said he to Gruff and his wife; 1 wish _ to be alone. YARIS ages Notwithstanding her agitation, Mrs, Gruff Hse Bae he the presence of mind quickly to place herself be= tween the laird and Anna, There is onlyone __ bale to let down, your honour, said she with one of her most amiable smiles; and then the room y will be at your service, | The laird was now in the middle of the room, ; within three or four feet of his daughter, who. swung suspended in the hammock over the yawn- es ing trap-door, and from which he was only sepa- — Fated by Mrs, Gruff. She wasa daring and skil- | > comicbooks.com