The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 92: what you’re looking at

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90 MYSTERIES oe I wish he were a knight, at least, replied Jack And here is the family exeutcheon. Would your honour wish me to describe if t. you? You will describa them to me some other time’ my good Jack, said Stephen. I shall always be at your honour’s service, re: plied Jack, and then said, aside, it is easily seer that his honour is not a nobleman. | _ You master has taken his arms out with him! asked Stephen, wishing merely to continue the conversation, so as not to affront his old friend. His honour may haye taken his travelling pis. tols ‘with him. But I do not see his sword. | Your honour must be mistaken, if I may ven: ture to say so. | . His case of duelling pistols is not in its plac either rejoined Stephen, beginning to feel some alarm. That’s true, stammered Jack, trembling and turning pale. Your honour is right; may God have mercy on us! What do you mean ? eried Stephen, rising. His honour went out very early this morning, replied Jack, in 2 voice almost choked with emo- tion; so early, that [ was not out of bed. I did not see him; and he has taken his sword with him—and his pistol case. ! A duel, perhaps, said Stephen, interrupting him, And his honour has not yet returned, said the eid valet, who fell almost fainting into a chair. Stephen, whose uneasiness was greatly aggra- vated by the despair of old Jack, approached the Comicbooks.com -_>