The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 164: what you’re looking at

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ya ae MYSTERIES drawing near, and sitting down by the lighters man. I hear a noise in the street: they are coming. Another glass, Mike, said Bob. Mike drank a second glass. As he finished it, _aviolent kick was given against the door, which © flew open. Didn’t I tell you they were coming ? exclaimed Snail. Here they are! now the fun is going to begin—fun for ever ! While speaking, Snail rose from his chair, Bob pouredout athird glass for Mike, who in his cons fusion drank it to the last drop. Bob looked him in the face. The vacant features of Mike sud- denly became animated. His eyelids twinkled ; the veins of his forehead swelled. Seeing this, Bob took the bowl, which was siill half full, and dashed it to pieces on the floor. He has had encugh of it, said Bob, and Turn- buil must not taste it, Snail had hurried to welcome the new-comers. They were Tom Turnbull, Big Charley, Mitchell, and $wo or three more of Captain Paddy’s crew. They were all drunk; but Turnbull was a little less so than the rest, They came into the house, singing, and loaded Peg with curses, by way of salutation. Seats were placed for them reund a table. Tam here with my wife Madge, my jolly boys, said Snail, addressing them, but I cannot ask you to drink with me, because Mike is my brother-in- ~~ law, and we are drinking together. Are we going to open the ball P )comicbooks.com |