The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 86: what you’re looking at

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§4 MYSTERIES ; ie: It is I, an’ it please your hononr, replied Bob, 2 endeavouring to advance. by After us, man! after us! exclaimed the whole i group of tradesmen, farmers, and horse dealers in” chorus. That voice appears familiar to me, said Pater. son. Ah! I recollect! that Lantern is a rascal — ; of some talent—let him come in. - A loud murmur arose from the farmers, trades: people, and horse dealers, who endeavoured ion prevent Bob’s passiag on. | My good gentlemen, said Bob, who was always © particularly civil, when it suited his purpose to — be so. Bat there was no need for his attempting — to produce an effect by his eloquence. Tulip, — who held in his hand a long wet brush, valiantly — threw himself into the throng, and showered down a rain of black water, right and left. Tae assembled crowd retired, grumblingly. Bob - hastened to take advantage of the road which bad been opened for him, dad passed on, bowing in a — lowly manner to all around. Shut the door! cried Mr, Paterson, without at all changing his position, Bob shut the door. Come here, said the steward. Bob advanced nearer to him 4 Bob on entering the room, did a3 the waiters i ia. : the ante-room, he looked around. but saw no ene, Mr. Patersen hadnoother reason for not admitting any one, bu: his own good pleasure and his teoth- pick. A‘ter a minute’s silence, be raised his eyes looking at Boo, and shruggad his shoulders You want to sell something, said he, making an = ; i) eities” ) oe . Scomicbhooks:com — eho ae, . ‘ ol . At y ~~ wd 6 * % . ‘on OT nm Ss Se