The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 213: what you’re looking at

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MYSTERIES OF LONDON. ‘21% Clara turned toward her with a sorrowful but calm look. Are you not afraid ? said Anna, W hat is there to be afraid of at this hour, and in the centre of London P | I cannot tell, said Anna, with a trembling voice, but I am afraid; I never felt such terror in ~ my life. As she uttered these words, 2 noise was heard at the door, and the poor child ran trembling to her sister, and threw her arms around her. Clara’s noble features did not lose their tranquil expression. The door was opened, ard Mrs. Gruff Came in, arrayed in her blandest smiles, ; Some Scotch ale, my children, cried Mrs. Gruff, who filled out a glass for each of the sisters; upon my word, it is some of the best Edinburgh— the real sort. You must taste that, my dears; it smells of the country, or 1 am nochristian. But now I think of it; perhaps you would rather have 2 thimbleful of whisky ? We are expecting our father, said Clara, in a tone which at once put a stop to this patriotic invitation. Mrs, Gruff received these words with an angelic. smile, which exposed two rows of teeth, of a most lovely brown and variegated hue. My pretty young lady, replied she, you will of course do as you please; but as I hope to be saved, the beer is excellent ; as good as any tnat _ ever was brewed on the other side of the Tweed: She then curtseyed, and went down stairs, _ Anna raised her head, and thought that Clars oon ie i | cComicbooks.com | pale ye.” way tee \ . Ee