The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 134: what you’re looking at

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132 MYSTERIES name, where could I drink in a more abominable or better company? Here’s health to you all. {f I go with you, captain, will you give Mike, Sawney the barber’s place ? Anything you wish, you cursed haby! For sure? For sure! | You hear, Mike? Take care, now, that you are not killed to-night: ’twould bea pity to lose — suca a capital place. Come along, captain. | Paddy hastened out with Saail into the alley, glad to carry him off while in the mind. Bob rose gentiy anc followed them. CHAPTER XIX. Captain Paddy drew Snail into one of the dark ! eorners which abound in that muddylane Befere | opening his mouth, however, he took care to examine carefully ail round him, to make sure of not being overheard. There was no one near,| and he began: | My dear boy, said he, in a grave aad dogmati- eal tone, although it may be affirmed that you have grown mors rapidly in perversity than in| height, and although your soul iz as black as the} darkest hole in this cursed alley, you have’ not, up to the presen moment, undertaken any im-. portant mission—mewing is not a profession, ane you ought not in the devil’s name, to go ew about all your life. You ought to obtai better standing in the world!—the saving <> Sze