The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 168: what you’re looking at

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165 MYSTERIES Turnbuil and Mike together. His shoulders were - of formidable breadth, his arms were long and muscular, and when stripped, would have outvied even those of Milo. His short and pufied out face, reminded one of that of a bull dog He looked around him and gave a nod to Bob Lantern. ) Bring me a chair, and some rum, Meg, said © Bishop. Now then, said Bishop the burker, throwing ) two sovereigns, upon the floor between the cham- pions; are you going to set-to, my fellows Pp— make haste, for | want Bob. The fight is for two — sovereigns, The conqueror will gain them; the — loser—oh, Dll carry off the loser, for he will not © Want grog any more. Mr. Bob, said Peg Witch, bustling through the ~ crowd, there is a gentleman in the parlour who wants to speak to you: he says it is about a thing © where you may make a good round penny. s A gentleman, cried Bob: at this hour—and a ~ good round penny, Peg, my dearlady? Ask him to wait—this will soon be over—come Mike, stand © up to him, my son, and give him on the eye just such a thump as he gave you on the head, 4 The two champions sparred about for a few seconds as if to feel each other’s strength, but Mike placed the first hit. The ice being once | broken, the blows fell thiek as hail. : _ Well done, Tom! At him, Mike! cried Snail, in a perfect transport of joy. Some gin, Peg Witch, some gin for these brave fellows. | Enough! the poor devils have had snore :