The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 244: what you’re looking at

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942, MYSTBRIES a je Pas is om ‘you see in the royal parke. There was nothing © else in the garden. | ’ I never went out. In my father’s house lived ~ only a Presbyterian girl, named Temperance, who drank from morning till night, and a servant named Rehoboam, ‘The latter was dumb. Temperance attended me ag my nurse. She © was forbidden to speak to ma, and my fatheronce © threatened to kill her without mercy because, — when overcome with liquor, she had said some strange words to me, the obscure sense of which I could not then comprehend. But the words © themselves remained impressed upon my memory, — as does the slightest incident of that period of © my childhood. She talked about a eruel and © wicked lord—of an earl, I think—who had aban- doned his daughter, and of a poor woman who ~ was weeping for her child on the other side of the Clyde. But now that I reflect upon it, I 7 think she must have been repeating verses from ~ some old Scotch ballad. Temperance took good — care not to repeat her fault. She was much afraid of my father; every time she saw him, she trem- — bled like a leaf, and her chesks, although red-— dened by the gin she drank, became deadly pale. She was a stout girl, of masculine appearance, — with a stupid looking face. Her work consisted — in dressing me, and in keeping in movement a — swing fixed under the trees in the garden, in which I amused myself for hours and hours to- gether, Rehoboam waited attable. His dumbness was not a natural infirmity, for he bore upon his face | the traces of a barbarous mutilation, and of which