The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 341: what you’re looking at

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Of LONDON. 389 than by selling his poor body, had never entered his mind, accustomed to the thought of death. I will go and do the best I can for my poor little girl, thought he; but he did not thank Stephen. The latter pulled Mr. Bishop’ s bell, and the door was opened. ‘A servant in red livery showed Macnab into a tolerably handsome parlour. Stephen asked for Mr. Bishop. My master isin the study, sir, said the servant ; if you will be pleased to give me your name, I will announce you. Stephen gave his name, the servant went out, and returned immediately, saying: My master wili reeeive you. Stephen went up stairs preceded by the servant, and entered the study of Mr, Bishop. We have described this personage in the first part of our history, upon the occasion of the me- morabie fight between Tom Turnbull and Mike, the brother in law of little Snail. Bishop, the burker, was arrayed in a dressing- gown of shot satin, which presented some magni- ficent and varying shades of red. Upon his head was negligently thrown a cap of Scotch tartan, _ the principal colour in which was scarlet. Near him, a large Scotch dog, with reddish hair, was stretched upon the carpet. Stephen, upon entering this room, was, in the first instance, dazzled by the unusual ‘glare of colour which tinged every object in it. The first thing he perceived in this apparently flaming chaos, was the glaring eye of the Scotch dog, who growled in an under tone, and darted flashes of fire from his eyes, Afterwards, he distinguished comichookscom