The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 30: what you’re looking at

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a8 MYSTERIES but one grip like that in the world; and as he © drew near his face to that of the stranger, the — antagonists, with eyes which had become accus- tomed to darkness, recognized each other. Boblantern, muttéred the dreamer. Mercy: mercy, your honour! exclaimed the assassin, falling upon his knees, I do not know _ -you. ; - The wrists of the wretch were released, but he clasped his hands in a supplicating manner. My good master! my good Mr. Edward! he said, in a supplicating tone, in that dress, your form is as delicate as a female’s. I did not re- cognise you. Is that a good reason for committing murder in a church ? I was hungry, my good master. You do not give us a benefit often; living isdear in London; if it were only as cheap as as it is yonder, in Scot- land. 2 Silence! said the other, imperionsly. © What are your comrades doing ? m Not much—not much; living is very dear. Come to-morrow, and you shall be paid. But beware! no more of these tricks, Master Bob. Mr, Edward walked toward the choir, and Bob followed him with the sneaking mein of a dog _ that had been whipped. ‘Stephen, wearied with his unavailing efforts to i discover either the assassin or the victim, had re- 2 ua turned to the choir of the church, where the con- _ gregation was now preparing te depart. He was cee surprised to see the stranger return, ae — by the suspicious individual who had ex- — : , Comicbooks:com~ 4