The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 219: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. °* O17 the door and entered the room. They had, in her opinion, been very long in feeling the effects of the narcotic, and they might still not be com- pletely asleep. Mrs. Gruff, therefore, as a pru- dent woman, took the precaution of passing the Candle several times before their eyes, to assure -berself that they were perfecily senseless. Be- sides which, had they not been completely over- come by the narcotic, they would have been arous= ed by the horrid screeching produced by Gruff on the cracked fiddle, which was sufficient to have almost awakened even the dead. The two sisters, however, did not move aninch. Their lethargy was coniplete. Mrs. Gruff left the two sisters, and went to the top of the stairs,and coughed in a manner which, in all countries, is understood tobe acall. It was the signal agreed upon with her husband; whose violin was instantly silenced, and the worthy land- lord soon joined his wife on the landing-place. < Is it all right, asked he in a whisper. ieee Hold your tongue, growled Mrs, Gruff; but as this was merely from habit. What is the laird? (ele about ? , Do aa _ There is no danger of him, my dearest. The NS segeeh laird has got into one of his wandering fits. He has his second sight upon him, and is talking to himself, as is the fashion with some of those Highlanders. Ob! exclaimed Gruff, on approach- ing the two sisters, and in a voice that proved he reely commiserated their situation, bei aia reatures they both are! Me Na s. Gruff shrugged her shoulders; Bs See t a pity, rejoined the landlord, howe come See | . “comicbooks.com,