The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 184: what you’re looking at

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182 MYSTERIES intheroom. This person was dressed'in a blue > coat, with black buttons, buckskin breeches, worsted stockings, and wearing immense unpol- ished shoes, It was no other than our wor- thy and good-tempered friend, Captain Paddy O’Chrane. Good morning to you, Maudlin, said he, ad- dressing the little lady ; good morning, my cun- ning mountebank, and my dear friend—1I present my respects to you, my lady—thatis to say— excuse me, madam, I hardly know what to say, or may the devil fetch me. He drew forward a chair, and bowing gars preuee it to Lady B—. seated, my dear lady, rejoined the éapiain « : | aw it, do sit down. I have been acquainted, or may the devil fetch me, with more duchesses — and peeresses, i’faith, than this room would hold, and I know how to conduct myself in respectable ‘society. Sit down, too, Maudlin, you cunning wife of a merry-Andrew, if you wish to sit down there—and now, by G—d, let us talk of business. What do you want ? CHAPTER XXVIII, —- —_—- 2