The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 158: what you’re looking at

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156 MYSTERIES another night under my roof. To-morrow you may remove all that belongs to you, and all that you have stolen from me; but you must clear off everything before the evening. Not another night — shall you pollute my house. The earl leaned his — head upon his hand. He will kiil me; and you are the cause of it, continued he, in a hollow voice ; assuredly he will kill me. Begone! a “ “a wee Gilbert Paterson did not dare to resist an order — so peremptorily given. He hardly allowed him- self time te put on his cloak, and precipitately left the house. The night was dark and foggy. Paterson wandered about the streets, wherever — chance might lead him, absorbed by the painful feelings which his sudden expuision had engen- — dered, and being unable to think of any other subject. He continued to walk on, but silently, down Holbern, through Newgate street and Cheapside, © At last he came to Cornhill. The walk he had — taken was a long one. Without thinking upon the subject, but merely ceding to fatigue, he sat down to rest himself upon a post, placed at the angle formed by the square building at the corner of Finch-lane and Cornhill. There he continued his meditations. | On the opposite side of Cornhill, a light was ssen shining from behind the transparent muslin — curtains, This was in Mrs. Macnab’s house, and the light was burning in the room then occupied by the two daughters of Augustus Macfarlane, — It was then near midnight. Clara was sleeping. Her lovely face was reclining upon her white and polished arm, which the agitation ofa dream fade comicbooks:com — , sy ¥ - « te ire Sur “~Y Oh ai! ~~ - ¢ ey ~ ee Oe Lo