The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 383: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. ool Allow me, sir, said the captain, and pray excuse me if I go in first; I am at home here, CHAPTER XVII. The day on which Captain Paddy O’Chrane introduced Angelo Bembo into the mine, it- was almost completed ; the compass had indicated the precise direction to be followed, and O’Chrane had ascertained that, to come out at the exact centre of the bank, it would be necessary that the gallery should re-ascend a little. He conjec- tured that they were separated from the bank cellars only by a foot or two. Bembo went aleng the gallery, which was very well lighted by oil lamps, with extreme surprise. He could not have believed that one man was ca- pable of doing so much. After proceeding a few steps farther, they be- gan a rather rapid ascent, and soon afterwards the captain stopped suddenly, and stood close up — against the wall. If your lordship will take the trouble to look forward, you will see Saunders the elephant, the biggest rascal in the three kingdoms, and the tall- est, too, or may the devil fetch me! | Bembo raised his eyes, and saw, in fact, a col- lossal mass, which, groaning and puffing, rose and let fall his arms alternately. He had not heard |. the steps of the visitors, and continued his work . without imagining they were near him. Pe hae - Bembo for some time contemplated, with mute et SS comicbooks.< ¢om - "