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OF LONDON. 171 Two hundred pounds. If you cannot do it, say so, and I will apply to some body else. It is a devilish handsome sum. Well ? _ Give me fifty pounds in advance, your honour, jand I will engage that the little dear shall be with you to morrow night by ten o’clock. Paterson took cut his pocket book, and drew My servant shail watch at the door till ten o'clock, he replied, and you must come up stairs with the young lady. Mind that you do not for- feit your word ! Have my hundred and fifty pounds ready, your honour. I should like it best in gold, added Bob. Paterson wrapped himself up in his cloak and went toward the door, which he opened. After he had gone a few steps he whistled, and the noise iof carriage wheels was soon heard: a coach drew up before the end of the lane. What the devil shall I do? said Bob, it is dreadfully awkward: one hundred pounds from Bishop! two hundred from the steward! a very ipretty sum. But the sweet girl cannot serve as a subject for Dr. Moore, anda plaything for the earl, at the same time—that’s very certain—that’s not possible. And yet I promised Bishop; I pro- mised that Leech, Paterson; I lose my hundred jand fifty pounds—the devil ! the devil ! It was in vain that poor Bob, for some time, ortured his brain to discover some means of es- caping from this dreadful dilemma. All at once he stopped suddenly, and rubbed his hands in Comiicbooks:com