The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 281: what you’re looking at

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Re othe "yi / ae 3 ®F LONDON. 279 his words a tone of gaiety, though mixed with bitterness, which she had never before remarked. During this time, a servant had taken lights into the room where Brian and Susannah were sitting. But listen, Maudlin, listen, exclaimed Tyrrel, she is going to begin again, and the end of her adventures will interest you, without any danger to me—to the association, | meant to say, as you will readily imagine—she is going to talk about an execution. You have heard of the hanging of Spencer P—I was there, Maudlin, but I was so placed, that I did not at all enjoy the sight. I shall, however, be very glad to learn what sort of a figure the Jew cat under these circumstances. — a CHAPTER XV. When Tyrrel and the little French woman ceased. speaking, the voice of Susannah could be distinctly heard in the dark cabinet. I have but little left to tell you, Brian; you know me now, and if I continue, it is that I do not wish there should be any lapse in my history, and that you may be to me as a brother, under whose eye I have been from my earliest infancy. Rehoboam hireda small lodging in Farringdon- street, not far irom Newgate, to which prison my father was transferred two days after his arrest. _ Relioboam had taken with him a large sumin gold ' before ieaving the house in Goodman’s Vields ; ot f ” but we lived very poorly, because this gold was comicbooks-com| >