The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 79: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 17 an old and shameless usurer; butit was so much the better for Mrs. Bertram, who was still hand- some, although she had overstepped, and many | years, the bounds of youthfulness. The three others wore masks, which are per- .mitted, in our state of civilization, to all who choose to bearthem. Thus. Mr. Smith had his eye shade. Mr. Walter partook with him in the advantages of green spectacles, to which he added a black wig, which could not otherwise than con- trast strongly with the silver tone of the down upon his cheek, in those parts which the razor did not passover. The cheeks of Mr. Falkstone, the brilliant jeweiler, bad, on the contrary, a biuish tings, which did not, however, prevent his having @ pretty light mustache, and hair of the same colour, admirably curled, A silence of some minutes reigned throaghont this Singular and mystericus congress. Mr. Ha- ward was recliningin his arm chair, and appeared to have forgotten the presence of his partners,— The latter were all silently awaiting his instruc- tions, At last Mr. Edward drew from his pocket a splendid watch, set in diamends. Half past twelve, murmuredhe, Is my watch right, Falk- stone ? Perfectly right, sir. Peter Practice pulled out an enormous silver | watch, which he set by Mr. Edward’s. ee core If I have the right time, rejoined the latter, a eee cannot remain long with you. Let us at once et proceed to business. I want ten thousan ee ae ogee: e comichooks. com