The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 253: what you’re looking at

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; és ‘Wik. vite . A N t* : OF LONDON, 265) then she burst into a laugh ; it isa fairy—a fairy ‘who wanders about Goodman’ 3 elds every even- ‘ing, and who gives me money to buy gin, when— whenever it pleases her to do so, Susannah. CHAPTER Ix, It was impossible for me to learn anything more from Temperance, continued Susannah, who ran away from me, as she told me, to finish the half- pent of gin which the fairy had given her, 1 was still occupied in looking at my der me- } Maailion, when Ishmael came in suddenly to pay me his evening visit. I endeavoured to hide it in My bosom ; but he perceived the movement, and caught hold ef myarm, Ha, ha! cried he, Misa ‘Susannah! have we already learnt how to hide things away in this manner? this is a custom hardly thought of at your age, my child, It can- ‘not yet be a love letter, I should think. Do not take it from me, sir, 1 exclaimed; 1 beg you will Rhottake it from me. We set great value on it, then, eh, Miss Susannah ? But come, let us see what this great treasure is, I will return it to you. but you must shew it to me instantly. He said this in a tone of imperious mockery, | which, to my misfortune, I have rarely knomn how to resist, Ihave since then heard a voice much like it, Brian ; the first time that it struck ‘upon my ear, the blood curdied in my veins, and —_——— Te i ee i ie of a a man, oh - cold thrill shot to my very marrow. It was the as