The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 336: what you’re looking at

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304 MYSTERIES I told you in a fortnight. I am your servant, sir. | Could you not— | No, sir, I tell you. , | I am ready to submit to any sacrifice, Oh! are you? in that case yon must talk over! ‘ the matter with Robin Cross, My head achess | dretdfully. Your servant, sir. Robin Cross had risen irom his chair, He was a sort of living spectre, long~and thin, whose hatchet face was framed in a pair of huge grisly whiskers, like the glass wheel of an electrical), “machine between its two cushions, He sade | : respectful bow to Stephen, and begged him ee “company him toa neighbouring room. a 8 _ These investigations said he, cost us an enol ie | mous sum of money. a I will give you fifty pounds—a hundred more, if | necessary—anything you please, said Stéphen, — 4 | That is what I call talking to the purpose, my | young gentleman. Be assured we will move all | London; we will even do impossible things! Would it be agreeabie to you to advance us some= thing on account—whatever you may think pro- per—ior the first expenses ? i | Stephen placed upon the table four or five bank= | notes of five pounds each. ea This isas it should be!—this is asit should bel | repeated Robin Cross. You shall be well caller ad with us, young gentleman. a ~aae o I J Comic books:com