The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 255: what you’re looking at

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oat wm @F LONDON. } 253 He sat down near me, turning over and over the medallion between his fingers, as if he wished to open it. As for myself, I bad not even sus- | pected that it was hollow. At the end of a few minutes, during which time he continued talking ‘to me of frivolous matters, his finger, by accident, | touched a secret spring, and the medallion open- ed. I called out with surprise. Ha, ha! Su- sannah! said he. you did not exprect that. What is there init? inquired J, with eager curiosity, | There is some aueagton sh Miss Susannah, /and a few cats’ hairs. While speaking thus, which he did with a ary, |forced Jaugh, be approached | the fire-place, in | which there were a tew pieces of half consumed ‘coal, and threw into it something he had taken ‘out of the medailion. This crackled when it | touched the fire, then blazed up and sent fortha thin clond of smoke. | Ishmael still retained the medallion, continued ‘Sasannah: he appeared to hesitate as to returning lttoms. All «t once he drew from his pocket a ‘small instrument, similar to those with which | Rshoboam used to carve the little bits of wood I 'Mentioned, and suddenly came again and gat down by me; and then, with the assistance of the ‘small instrument be began to scratch over the (coat of arms. What are you doing, sir? said I. | You see what J am doing, Susannah; but let us | speak no more of that, 1 beg of you for we have serious Matters to talk over. I have a long ser- ‘Ton for you, and{ like to work while ] am | preaching. _ Listen to me attentively. You area Jovely child, Susannah, and if you fathe ‘the © Bre )