The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 220: what you’re looking at

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218 MYSTERING passionate tones contrasted greatly with his vil- lainous looks—what a pity that any harm should happen to these poor angels. Hold your tongue, said Mrs. Gruff, sourly. Go down stairs and see what the laird is about, and whether heis getting impatient, and bring me up a glass of whisky. Come, man, move !— and move a little quicker than that. Mr. Gruff obeyed. When he returned up stairs to his beloved spouse, and just as he was telling her that the laird was still sitting quietly by the fire, lost in the midst of his mountain fancies, a bell, which hung over their heads, rang suddenly. There’s Master Bob, said the hostess. To work, immediately. | They instantly set about removing the table, which they carried into one corner of the room; and then Mr. Gruff with a hook canght hold of a ae which ran through a pulley affixed to oneof se beams in the ceiling, and drew one end of it down to the floor. During this time, his wife — was occupied in separating the two sisters, who — remained lying in each others arms—and she did — this roughly, and without much precaution, for | she knew there was no longer any fear of their | awaking. Two sheets were spread out upon the floor, | Gruff and his wife put Clara into one of themand | ee it round her; they then placed her in | a sort of hammock which they had fastened to. : the end of the rope. Usually, this hammock had | not served for living persons. Master Gruff laid hold of an iron ring, 1