The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 273: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 274 ally, Brian, my appearance at such an hour, add- ed to the disorder of my splendid dress, must have astonished him, By his gesticulations, which were almost as intelligible as words, ke in- terrogated me: and I related to him, in a voice almost stifled by emotion, the odious conduct of Ishmael, and my flight from the Gold Club. He held down his head, and appeared to be medita- ting. After some minutes he took my hand, kiss- ed it, and then led me into his office, and showed me a cupboard, in which there was just room enough for me, And then he struck with the back of his hand an empty plate which was on his table. This meant to say, Brian, in the language of the poor dumb man, that he would hide me in his office, and would divide his meat with me. The idea of my escape restored my courage, and made me feel comparatively happy. Yes, yes, my good Rehoboam, I replied, I will hide myself _ there, and remain always with you. He made a grave sign, assenting to my wishes. Abouteleven o’clock next morning, Rehohoam and I heard the knock of Ishmael, I hid myself trembling in the cupboard, which was hencefor: ward to become my hiding-place, and Rehoboam seated himself at his table, in such amanner as” to prevent Ishmael’s passing. The servants, no doubt, told my father that I was in my own room. He had other matters too important to be attend- ed to, to allow him to assure himself of the fact. Rehoboam enjoined wy silence by an energetic gesture, in which his apprehensions were but too clearly depicted, 1 remained motionless—I hardly breathed. My father entered the office, — Comicbooks! com