The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 15: what you’re looking at

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~ OF LONDON. 13 Fellow, my brave comrade, fellow, replied the captain, giving the password ; and how are you, my honest and worthy Master Gruff, and how is the excellent Mrs. Gruff, : The ceremonicus erecting of the captain was yter upted by a héavy bale af merchandise, gug- pended irom a ropa above, swinging against ag ‘he stood in the boat. Very good, excellent, my brave Gruff; you'll ‘slide through that trap door yourself in the same “way one of these foggy evenings. 3 The eaptain moved back while speaking, and ‘the men released the bale from the hook, deposited ‘it in the bottom of the boat and the rope again Pennded. It smells of musk, said Tom; there must be some gentleman’s valise in the bale; fasten the -yalve, Charlie, béfore the boat is loaded. _ The vaive plays like 2 charm, Tom; but de- liver me from a cold bath to night. A second bail now found its way down, and ‘was placed in the boat; up went the rope, and five bales successively descended through the trap. Down the stream the smuggling fleet now. steered; the tide run with them; the oars were plied by vigorous arms, and they soon glided be-. neath the monumental arehes of London Bridge. | The fog, borne up byastrong breeze now revealed the forests of slender masts, with their countless sails and ropes, while the water began to reflect the distant lights of the city. = The boat now left, the middle of the stream in = impr ove the shelter afforded by he wee eos 2 or ne hee a ge Leg ygt eae. . ; 2% COmmichoOokseconns