The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 122: what you’re looking at

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120 _-‘MYSTERILS | The viscount again: Sprang into the cial and was fortunate enough to find the missing fan. ~ Come, diva mia / said he, give me your hand, © I beg of you, “ It is a most annoying thing viscount, again said the cavalier voice, petulantly, my handxer- chief has disappeared, i Lantures-Luces, with exemplary patience again © ascended the carriage steps, and put the handker- ehief in the hands of the lady sitting in the coach, | Misfortunes aro sometimes favourable: but for this last movement. his seals would have been | transierred into Snail’s pocket, who already had his hand upon them. | Snail changed his tactics, and gave a gentle — pull at a silk cord which was attached to the — viscount’s eye-glass. He drew it half out of his pocket. Duriog this time the gentleman had got. out of the cab, and was quietly giving diecenoue to the driver. | At the same moment Snail, having posdeckion ‘% of his booty, naturally wished to take himself off; buta policeman, with his staff uplifted, prevented ) his passing. On the other side, the gentleman ~ who had got cut of the cab, advanced gravely — towards Lartures Luces, doubtless to call him to © account for his barsh language. ey a The policeman being irritated at the attempts — made by Snail to get past him, first on one side, — and then on the ether, made a blow ai him with — his heavy staff. Snail set up a mew, and dodged on one side; the staff struck the gentleman on the shoulder, i comicbooks.com Cy PA ae ee eee eee