The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 167: what you’re looking at

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a ie | OF LONDON. 165 discussion lulled a little, the hoarse, and monoto- nous voiee of Loo was heard chanting her dismal ditty. A knock at the street door was again heard. Peg, you witch of Beelzebub, cried some one in - aloud hasty tone; open the door, or I'll set fire to your d—d old house, Doubtless Peg recognized the voice, for she haatily unfastened the door. Is Bob here? asked the new comer. There is a fight going on to night, replied Peg. All right, said the stranger and walked toward the Tap. I will kill him, shouted Mike; I will either kill him or he shali kill me, or may a thousand ~ devils seize me! | Two thousond devils, my boy, you are quite right, exclaimed the man in the cloak, pushing away the spectators right and left, and placing himself between the two combatants; you talk of killing—and you would both of you make good subjects; I will, beforehand, give two guineas for the body ef the man that’s killed. Is ita bar-_ gain ? and saying these words, he threw back ech hood of his cloax. ua Bishop! Bishop the burker! eried the spectan tors, trembling with fear. . OS CHAPTER XXY. F Thomas Bishop the burker, was still a young ‘man, He seemed strong enough to thrash both COMME MOO KSACORN