The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 83: what you’re looking at

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_ OF LONDON, en ae Your omedah full of pinche 4 stove full of coke—you must think me rich to go on at this Fate. | Temperance had mechanically gone round the | Stove, and had approached a table on which there | was a glass and a gin bottle, both empty. | Not a drop, grumbled she, bitterly. My dear _ Bob, have you not a small half crown in your pocket, to please your little wife ? Half a crown, half a crown, it is a man’s whole | earnings for eight hours’ hard work. You will | Yuin me. | Lam thirsty, said Temperance, who had crouch- | ed down behind the stove, and was falling asleep again. I must, however, get rid of her somelews mur- mured Bob, to himself—if she were to know. W oman, added he, aloud, may the devil fetch me if I can refuse you anything. Here is sixpence, go and get something to drink. Nixpence, my pretty Bob, give me sixpence, more, “ Lantern knit his eyebrows, and raised the poker with a threatening mein. Temperance to whom the idea of imbibing two or three more glasses of gin, had restored her legs, took herself up the Staircase, singing as she went. Lantern followed her stealthily to the street door, which he closed _ after she had gone cut. That being done, he re- . turned to his cellar, the door of which he onre~ fully barricaded, _ A few minutes after this, Bob Lantern ascend- | ed the last steps of his staircase, and again came > ae! a ee: eg ¥F cComichooksiGom