The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 347: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 345 nour, I refused the money that they wanted to give me, because the hand of my father’s son is pure, thanks be to God! But for you, who have taken compassion on me—for the two poor angels who have so ofter relieved my misery—oh ! oh, I do not know what [ would not do: Thank you, Donnor, thank you, said. prephen - but what hope have you? Little Loo has a good heart, replied tHe Trish- , man, and Snailis asharp lad. Ifthe Family has anything to do with carrying off the two young ladies, I shall discover it. I will find out where they are, and then I will return to you to follow your orders, and to assist you in trying to get them back again. Donnor went up to Cornhill, toward St, Paul’s churchyard, with all the celerity that his legs per- mitted. He was still very weak, and his miserable limbs, rendered feeble by a chronic fast, bent un- der the weight of hisattenuated body. | He stopped, out of breath, at the end of Fleet- street, close to Temple bar. But where shall I find that wicked chiid, Snail, just now? thought he.- Heaven knows where he lodges, or if he lodges at all! Let ussee; there is the public house of Mrs. Peg, near Drury lane. —but he only goes there in the evening when the : | theatres are open. Then, there is the house in the Temple—but I have rot the pass-word, and they would not let me in; and then, Snail is ‘fonder of drinking and amusing himself than sleeping ina cellar. Ah! there is the Shakespeare _gin shop, only a few steps off; and my poor legs are much in want of rest. % comichooksicom