The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 96: what you’re looking at

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94 MYSTERIES more glued his eyetothe keyhole, The assistant- surgeon had handed to his patron his ensanguined — probe. His right hand was under the skirt of his coat: in the other he held a packet of lint. Lint! said Poor Jack to himself,a long sigh relieved his oppressed heart; they have some hope | then of saving him. He had not comprehended a word of this tech- | nical eonversation which had taken place between | the two medical men. but his good common sense told him that the application of a remedy was, at least a pledge of hope; it is the living only that — the doctors try to cure. He continued to observe — | attentively. The assistant surgeon, before withdrawing the © hand which he appeared to te concealing under — the large skirts of his frock coat, threw a cautious | looked toward Stephen Macnab, who siill continu- ed immoveable and appearent!y insensibie. Witha | glance, he directed the attention of the physcian | towards him. The latter closed his eyes with his hand, in order to examine Stephen more atien- tively. This double movement astonished old Jack. Why this mistrust? why theze precautions? The dector withdrew his. hand, and Jack seeing that he was about to speak, piaced his ear against the keyhole. That young man sees nothiag, said the doctor in alow tone. Do as I order you. A fresh silence ensued; whea Jack, more and more puzzled than ever, again endeavoured to peep into the room. He saw the assistant surgeon draw from his coat pocket a small phial, the glass stopper of which he quickly withdrew, He put