The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 272: what you’re looking at

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o. somewhat calmed, was to throw myself into a jing my movements, and hastened up to Reho- 270 MYSTERIES turned away from me, and walked up and down | the room several times, ¥ took advantage of this moment’s respite. 1 ran for some moments without knowing in what direction, and then I stopped, almost fainting, at one of the corners of Leicester-square. I knew not where to go. I felt alarmed at finding my- selfalone, at night, in the open street; but I was happy in having thus escaped from danger, I did not reflect that I had no other asylum than the house of Ishmael, and that the danger which I had overcome to-day would return just as terri- ble to-morrow.—lI did not reflect that Ishmael’s iron will, once manifested, could not be subdued —that his appetite for gain, being thus excited, must, at all costs, be satiated; and that having no sort of defence against him, I was fatally con: demned, sooner or later, to submit to his tyranny. I thought so little of all this, Brian, that my first step, as soon as my agitated mind became | coach, and return home to the heuse in Good- man’s Fields. My father had not returned, when [ reaehed the house in Goodman’s Fields, Instead of going to my own room as usual, I took advantage of a moment when Ishmael’s servants were not watch- boam’s laboratory. He was the only being in the world who had an appearance of afiection for me, The poor dumb fellow was stretched out at full length on a mat in the middle of bis room; this | was his bed, and he was sleeping. When Il awoke him he made a gesture of surprise; and efiectu- * Comicbooks.com