The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 62: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

6G MYSTERIES who have not been particularly intreduced, The ‘ excellent captain himself was absent, The office in which they were now assonibiedl ‘ was divided by a grating and green ‘curtains, in | which were several smali windows. Over one of | these were inscribed the word Cash. The sailors | could all read well eneugh to understand these — magical letters. They had taken their seats in silence upon a wooden bench which stretched © around the room; the last comer only, who could — not be accommodated with a seat, was standing by the window, and had his face in contact with the panes of glass, which were covered with paint. One would have thought, at the first glance, that he was attempting merely to ses through the opaque barrier; but on a closerinepection, it was evident that a more intellectual labour was eceu- pying his mind; the abe8 of his right hand - passed rapidly over those of his left; hs added and deducted—the man was an accountant in This individual was of very” short ‘stature, his limbs dangled ungracefully from the trunk ; : yet each of these limbs, taken by itself, was indi- cative of great power and vigour; his arms were long, and swollen with muscle abov \ the elbows 3 his legs bent inward, seemed like two iron co- jrqmsis, and his head rested between two broad shoulders. His face was small; his fercbead not three fingers high, from which dropped, without any transition, an aqualine nose, with nostrils so » narrow, as scarcely to serve the purposes of res- piration. There was no beard upon his face, ex- _ cept where, here and there, a straggling red saat — Se 5 4? a ee ’ : comicbooks.< com us et.