The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ner. OF LONDON. 5 oe lant captain touched his hat, in a courteous Man- _ Merry fellows, merry fellows, Mr. Bitern, sald he, pointing to the sailors. is Yes, yes, merry rascals, Mr. O’Chrane, A devil of a fog, added the captain. | _ A fog for the devil, sir. The captain soon overtook the sailors in a de- serted alley, which leads from the foot of Botaph- lane to the Thames; and the party proceeded along the narrow street in the deepest silence, until they reached a dilapidated staircase, which was seldom used on account of its proximity to the Custom heuse steps. The captain threw around him a penetrating look, but he detected no suspicious looking object, for, having made a signal to his sailors, he then slowly descended the steps. Who wears the cloak to-night? demanded the captain. The two men who left the ranks, | Sawnie and Patrick, keep a sharp iook out my boys; hurry for the vessel. The two guards remained on the top of the stairs—enveloped their forms in the ample eloaks which they carried under their arms, and lay down motionless upon tbe ground. The remainder of the company, in equal parties, took possession of. three sharp built, low, black looking boats, Oars ready! said the captain in a low tone, as he seated himselfin the admiral’s barge, ply away! and the suspicious fleet left the shore in silence, threading its way through the craft of every ima- ginable shape and size which crowd the wharfs a - Faseioad al age: fs sek #755 wh pate eee oe 4g, 1 LIF : Comicbooksscom