The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 234: what you’re looking at

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.. May I be permitted to ask your lordship a | | | B32 MYSTERIES mouth, and low forehead, covered to the very eyebrows with a thick forest of hair. There was, in the whole appearance of this-man a great re- sembiance to a horse. His long teeth seemed to be made for eating oats; between his large shoul- — ders, there was room enough to place a hundred - — stripes with a whip—or witha knout. His high- © ness was a Tartar. A Tartar prince, i’faith. De- metrius Nicolaowitscbh, Prince Tolstoy,ambassador ~ from the czar to his Britannic majesty. ‘Wil- M lian LV. | | He threw himself upon she ottoman by! the side of Rio Santo, question ? said he, Usualiy, replied Rio Santo, your excellency asks me questions, without considering whether — it is my good pleasure to listen to them—but pray © proceed, Tolstoy blushed, and his small grey eyes were — instantly cast down, apparertly studying the figures on the carpet. This is a reproach, my lor he rejoined, and I really do not know whether ought to venture, f entreat your excellency to do so. I would ask whether your lordship is person ally acquainted with the emperor? i am, prince. ‘ Ab! ejaculated Tolstoy, whose bearing assumed a more deferential courtesy than before. A Nicholas Paulowitsch did me the honour oflist- — enin to some plans which I had floating in my mind, but were then only ina state of vague pro- tection, I was usually admitted to his presence