The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 125: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 128 | onversation with his beloved landlady. But im- mediately after the fall of the curtain, the door of the box was noisily opened, and Lady B made her entrance, covered with diamonds, and were caatantl? pointed towards her. A profound sigh eseaped poor Paddy. My love, said he—-my dear Mrs, Burnett—how devilish unlucky? Would you not like to eat an orange ? Have you one, Mr. O’Chrane. I will go and get some; and saying this, he precipitately quitfed his place, leaving his com- a perfectly amazed at his unwented atten- on. | He is avery good sort of man, thought she, but I would rather have had a glass of rum. ‘Paddy, instead of going to seek for oranges, Bar the best of his way tothe saloon. He had aN advanced three steps into it, when a man, hom hoe did not know. placed himself right be- | sh him, and seemed to examine him from head- to foot. Captain Paddy, whispered the man, after he had finished his close examination ; and then, gently placing one finger on the captain’s chest, he said: Gentleman of the night. Paddy bowed respacifully, The unknown led ‘im into a recess, where they conversed for a few thinutes. | There are men of the family in all the public houses in the neighbourhood, said the captain ; I in find what you want. yee must be a dexterous fellow. comicbooks-com