The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 335: what you’re looking at

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o# LONDON. : 333 Manas: and restrained the sobs which were about ~ | to break from him. His mother approached him, | and pressing him in her arms, she éxclaimed, | while weeping bitterly :— | Aiter God, my son, my only hope | is in you! “Stephen aroused himself at this appeal. The first moment of weakness being passed, he reco- vered that energetic ceolness withivehicw He WRS SO abundantly gifted —and which, in the hour of in- | tense affliction, is the most precious quality with which the heart of a man can be endowed. He threw off, at once, the apathetic langour, which had been produced by the visions he had indulged through the night, and rose up with all his native vigour, , __ Stephen immediately proceeded to the officé of the police magistrate in Bishopsgate. - The Bishopsgate magistrate received Stephen in all the majesty of his grandeur. Stephen had kicked his heels for an hour and a half in the antechamber, before he gained admittance, He stated his case, and, as was natural, re- quested that the greatest diligence should be em- ployed in tha investigation he requested. Assuredly, assuredly, sir, replied the magistrate. It isa case that is very urgent. Write down the complaint, Robin Cross—it isan urgent case. But the devil take me! if we are not overwhelmed with urgent cases, You will please to cail here, sir. in a fortnight from this time. In a fortnight, cried Stephen, stupified ; but, ir— . Ah! is there something farther, Mr. Macnab ? cComicbooksecomp