The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 340: what you’re looking at

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338 MYSTERIES oe Do you think of killing him, then ? - it will be necessary to do so. Bat, miserable man, what corpse is it you are speaking of ? An’ please your honour, replied the Irishman, 7 with cool and determined resolution, it is indeed. : my own. | As he he uttered the last word, the poor fellow staggered, and sat down upon the steps before Bishop’s door. Stephen observed him attentively; he could not discover any symptom of mental alienation, or even of fever, in that famine-stricken face. This climax of human misery made him forgetfor _ a moment his own sufferings. ¥ | What is your name? said Stephen, putting his _ hand into his pocket for his purse. Oh, your honour, joyously exclaimed the Irish- man, I see that you will consent to buy me. My ~ name is Donnor, of Ardagh. ? Go, get yourself wherewith to eat and drink, said Stephen, handing him a sovereign and his card at the same time,—and then coine back to me, ye y It was not to be expected that a man, in Ste 3 phen’s position, could long occupy his thoughts r with the misfortunes of others, lf you can serve me, | will pay you well for it, replied he, dismissing the lrishman with a waive of the hand ; if you cannot be useful, I wil! still do what I can to assist you. _ Go, then, Donnor, and come to me again to dayin Cornbilk Donnor went away perfectly ‘confounded, The = idea of making money i in his. weak state, other witty a Be aM . _ a “bene Se ' ely \ . 13 0h BOO ve EY ‘ ae it hand Vu v yy ey WS fee rt » ey * _ Ar A en « - te ee — a — ae ey ome —— —— —— -. > Comicbooks;com —