The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 64: what you’re looking at

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62 MYSTERIES | 1 | speaks. No gold ! repeated Turnbull ; but ¢ | you know why there is no gold ? 3 a No, Tommy; pray tell us why. 2 Because there is no room for it; it is filled wit th bank notes from tcp to bottem, “ie 4 Hivery eye sparkled, and a low murmur was heard, * The murmur increased, and insatiabie avarice was depicted on every countenanee, while all eyeg were turned toward the railing. i Patience, atictiae: uy friends! exclaimed Mr, Smith, who mistock what he heard jor eagerness ; forthe prey. The cashier was seated at his desky and reading quisily the columns af the Times, What would you have us de? asked several off Turnbull did net answer, but he drove higf heavy boot against the woodea partition which | supported the grating, The railing shook, but didy not fall, oe What is that? exclaimed the cashier, in og | enraged tone. 3 | Toi wae. sbout to strike azain, put Boblanter arrested him. You miake too much noise, eaid | hes toings sheuld al ays be cartied at the first | blow: and he struck with his iren shed shoe the lock of the door, which flew into fragments, and\| jumped hastily aside, allowing the crowd te rush | | infe the counting recom. Mr, Smith being fore-) ; warned bythe first blow of Tor, had placed | himself in a defensive attitude ; he had raised his | desk between the door and@ the iran gafe, which | he was now attempting to took, put magir: ‘tet ;