The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 103: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 101 of which was a pistol of formidable dimensions. These are arguinents which are not heard of in Oxford; but which London instrucis one in, my young master, Ido nct knowany more peremptory. As you will SHEanAy perceive, i had wherewithal to oblige you, te allow my secure retreat, in epite of the rusty cutlass of your Oid Highlander. But I did not wish to leave this place without affording you 2 convincing proof of my loyalty of character. I have saved the life of this gentleman, because it was my good pleasure to do so. He returned the pistols into their pleces. And now, added he, farewell my young master. You have to day ‘Made me your mortal enemy. In the whole cf . my life, I have never forgetien, I have never forgiven an injury; and I have always taken my revenge. The docter opened the door, and went cut, shutting it after him. Stephen had coolly listened to the first part of the address of the doctor, On hearing the menace contained in the last words which be uttered, he answered to it by a calm and silent bow, Jack did not notice these incidents; he had - knelt down by the bedside of his master, and kissed his cold hands, weeping bitterly. Stephen returned to the bed of Frank Percival. | What am I to believe? murmured he; is it- reasonavie to suppose that an assassination was intended ? to what end? And above all, that — Docter Moore could become an assassin! Jack, — are you quite sure that you saw whet you said? As Ceriain as that I see your honour replied Jack rising. The assistant held in one hand the cComichooks;com