The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 209: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 207 And your daughter Elspeth, Dunecan—how is she ? asked Anna, Elspeth, sighed Bob, with an admirable gesture of paternal grief, poor girl! We have-mourned for her loss now nearly six months—but I did not come here to speak to you about my own family matters—no! his honour is expecting you. My father! cried Clara, interrupting him, is he _ then in London? Why, do you see, said Bob, lowering his voice, all at once, and taking the hands of both the young ladies he drew them toward him_.as people do when they are going to impart a great secret. The laird is here upon business, and is hiding up, I can’t tell you why—that’s impossible ; but heis waiting for you—he expects you—and, above all, you must keep it perfectly secret, for his liberty, and perhaps his life, depends upon it. The two sisters uttered a cry of terror. Silence, said Bob, the noise will attract the attention of listeners. I was telling you then, that the laird expects to see you at the King George’s Head, near Temple Gardens, therefore, get ready, my dear children. Ina quarter of an hour I will send you a hackney coach ; but above all, be prudent. His life! ‘exclaimed Clara, who was at last able to speak ; did you say his life was in danger ? Ay, ay, said Bob; I perhaps have gone too far in saying that, but his affairs are in such a terrible ‘state, the poor dear man. At all events, you are going to see him, and if he thinks proper to tell you, you will know more about them than I do, _ who certainly does nct know much, Good bye, sepa a Ya Gomicbooks:com