The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 337: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, BET) ovérwhelm him. He then coolly reasoned ; he weighed the value of the promises of these greedy and mercenary men: his hopes vanished ; and yet it was necessary that he should act with prompti- tude, The poor girls were, doubtless, calling upon his name, and imploring his assistance. But how could he act alone? What enuld he do? Stephen kept walking onward, without regard- ing the way he took. © He was soon in Worship street, standing, before a large house, whose exterior exactly resembled that of the neighbouring houses, Upon the door, and close to the bell-pull, was a small copper- plate, upon which these words were engraved : MR. BISH@P’S OFFICE. ‘Stephen placed his hand on the bell- pull, and then took it away, and placed it there again. His heart beat as if he were about to faint, ‘ es bee CHAPTER VIII. While Stephen was hesitating with his hand upon the bell-pull of Mr. Bishop’s office, there was a man on the other side of the street who was eagerly observing him. This man, who was lean- ing against an iron railing, was evidently, by his dress, a beggar. He might be, perhaps about forty years of age, but he appeared to be ten years — ~ older, This poor man dantiniddd looking at Stephen, with a singular expression of anxiety. He had comichooksicom