The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 69: what you’re looking at

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Vege P ifr ‘@F LONDON. | 67 Bob advanced, bowing awkwardly at each step, and hesitating whether he shoula place his foot upon the carpet. The small negro left the room on a signa! from his masier, What do you want? he said te Bob. 1 came to wish you good day, and also to in- form you respecting that little affair of which your honour knows; and the assassin winked sig- ‘nificantly, while pronouncing these words, T know not to what Jou allude; tFy to explain yourself more clearly. Has your honour forgotten Temple Church, and the pretty girl with the contribution box? Yes, said he after a moment’s silence, she was a sweet child ; how much devotion and innocence were painted upon her face! what modesty ia her voice ! and what love there must be in her heart. _ Sheis a very nice miss, upon my sou! and con- science, said Bob Lantern. I sent you upon an errand, It is precisely on that account that I presumed to intrude upon your honour. I followed the girl, or rather the girls—for there were two—and a sort of a boy, which make taree. By the way, he asked me your honour’s name. Who did ? The young fellow. And he gave ms a bright sovereign for my trouble, Did you tell it to bim? Not a bit—not a bit, your honour, And where does she live ? 5-8 As for that, your honour will not need a cab to. Comicbooks com