The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 77: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 15 MNab, kindly. I have been calling you for the last. five minutes, There must be something very interesting here, said Stephen, in a severe tone, that you could neither hear my voice, nor that of my mother. * _ The young girl stammered, but couid not swer. Stephen, whose head was full of jea ooh. suspicions, ran forward to the window, and was about to raise the curtain. Ciara, by a supplica-_ ting gesture, endeavoured to restrain him, but Stephen paid no attention to her mute prayer, and the drapery was withdrawn. Clara, Stephen, and Mrs. Mac Nab, all eagerly looked out of the wia- dow. There was no one to be seen on the first ‘floor of the square building. the windows of which were all vacant, their double silken curtains being completely closed. Clara breathed more freely, and Stephen, with difficulty, restrained an ex- pression of yexation. | Edward quitted his seat the moment that Clara : again hid herself behind the curtain. He rose with the air of a man who was beginning to get tired of the game he was playing, went to the chimney piece, and rang the bell, which was in- stantly answered by the little negro. Go and strike the gong in the centre room, , sai Edward. | How many times, master ? The negro boy left the room by. a door oppo- ‘site to the one by which Bob Lantern had entere it. A few seconds afterwards the dull but so ( rons, echoes of five blows given upon a gong; _ —— . , - ~ : te : ae i a ~ ny rity a6 sy Ti | : comic soolksxcornk