The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 214: what you’re looking at

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812 MYSTERIES was no longer alarmed, and her courage was im= mediately restored. How cold you are! rejoined Clara; shall we take some dinner in the meantime ? ‘ Can you have any appetite in this place ? asked Anna, with astonishment; for myself, ‘I have none, [ feel such a weight upon my heart. Could I not have a little water. Her cheeks became more coloured, and a vlay- ful smile once more illumined her couatenance. Why sbould I think of water P said she, seizing one of the Icng ale glasses, the froth on whieh had completely subsided , kere is something that will give me courage, Clara; let us drink my father’s health. She drank about haf the contents of the glass —a siight rustling was heard at the door. ' It is good ale, rejoined Anna. LEffie of the Muir, never brewed better. Are you no longer a Scotchwoman, Clara? I chalienge you to drink my toast. Clara, delighted at an opportunity of keeping up her sister’s spirits, took the glass which was standing before her, and drank also. This time, a noise was distinctly heard in the passage, of some one retiring from the door, and going down the stairs, It was the sweet Mrs. Gruff, whose discreet eye had not quitted the key- hole, during the scene we have just related. They have drank it! they have drank it! the dear little doves ! exclaimed she, rushing into the room where Mr. Gruff was quietly snoring by the fire; they have drank it like two brave bce 2 | girls! ! au “2% a 7 CRE we Se ee