The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 286: what you’re looking at

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284 MYSTERIES stopped when he had reached the centre of the platform. His wrists were bound together, and a strong cord passed round his elbows, behind his back, so as to render the movement of his arms impossible. Around his neck was passed a rope with a running knot, one end of which was coiled upon his armz. | My father bowed his head. His resolution ap- peared about forsaking him. Cheer up, said a grave and sonorous voice, which proceeded from a window at the corner of Fleet-lane. All eyes were instantly turned in that direction. My fa- ther gave a slight bow, and then he proudly raised his head, and turning towards us, made a sign to Rehoboam to go to him. The fatal hour would strike in two or three se«= conds; but it required but one for Rehoboam to vault over the barrier which was between him and my father—to overthrow the policemen who was in his way, and leap uponthe platform. The crowd, completely astounded by this unprecedent- ed event, soon saw him standing by the side of Ishmaei, whose cords, having been partly eut be- fore, yielded toa sudden effort. The crowd, for- getful of the hatred it had before expressed, cried out, Bravo, because the incident promised to be dramatic. Handkerchiefs were waved out of the windows, and the veice from Fleet-lane repeated —Cheer up, Ecomicbooks.com