The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 157: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 155 After having remained about ten minutes in a state bordering upon complete insensibility, the Earl of White- Manor suddenly started up. Ho pulled the bell so violently, that the rope broke. Paterson !—Gilbert Paterson !—that scoundrel, Gilbert Paterson, shrieked he to the servant, who hurried into the rcom. Tell him to come to me instanily ! Paterson descended to wait upon the earl, and presented himself before him with a playful smile upon his lips. The eavl was still standing. His mouth was open, nis eyes fixed, and he was again lividly pale. My lord, he began, I am most happy—— The nbappy man was not allowed time to con- clude his sentence. A blow of the fist—a lordly fisty. cuff—forcibly administered to the pit of his stomach, sent him flying to the other end of the. room, where he feil heavily on the floor. The earl in his youth had, and with some success, practised the noble science of boxing, and his skill was still somewhat apparent. Giibert Paterson rose up, but with some diffi- culty ; he could hardly breathe. | Begone! exclaimed the earl; you are the cause of this, vile wretch. Who gave you permission, villain, to have an earl’s brother caned before his door? He revenges himself, and upon me. The earl again fell into an arm-chair. ; / But, my lord, Patersen began to say, and very ly— | Be silent, or, by Heaven ! traitorous varlet that are, Pll exterminate you! cried the earl ; egone—and instantly. You shall not MeeP EComichookszcom = iS . bata? : ay) “y hs ke Abe oie) at - DS eae Caeety wi < e » fabs) Park. > 7 ee UF Tat ht de ea 4 a) we, ¥