The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 170: what you’re looking at

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168 MYSTERING face he could not see, has some commands for me ?. Tasked Peg Witch to find me out a raseal who eared nothing, and had no scruples, Paterson be- gan; but,eh! What, is it you, Bob? Peg has made a right good choice, Come here, Bob—come here you scoundrel! cried Bishop. Bob hastened into the bar room. Here lam, Mr. Bishop, said he; I have a gentleman waiting for me here; but of course 1 give you the preference. That’s quite right, replied Bishop, but what people will not giveme, I take, friend Bob, and you area prudent man. As to this gentleman who frequents Peg Witch’s sty, he must be a vir- tuous subject of the king. Go and shut the door, Bob, that he may not hear what I have to say to yon, Now then, continued Bishop—Bob having shut the door—what Ihave to tellyou is—the _ devil take me, if 1 teil you or any other man—and he seemed embarrassed in speaking ofit even to ~ Bob— 1 have never undertaken a business of this ~ kind; but you, Bob, have neither heart nor soul, ; and. provided you are well paid— Shall Ibe well paid, Mr. Bishop ? The matter in hand is, that—-they want.to carry tot off some young girl—it is a diabolical affair, upon my word, to carry off a young girl alive for the doctor to make some surgical experiment upon; but there is no occasion for you knowing the name of the doctor. And how much will they pay ? repeated Bob. | One huudred pounds. It is teo devilish, really, cya COMB OOK: com