The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 342: what you’re looking at

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340 MYSTERIES what appeared to him the outlines of a bull-dog’s face, surmounted by a velvet cap. This was the burker. Stephen advanced towards him. Oh, oh, said Bishop, without at all discomposing himself; it is you whom they callMacnab? I do not know you—what doe you want? Iknow you, replied Stephen, who had regained his self-pessession ; and 1 wish te see your sub- jects. My subjects, by Heaven! exclaimed Bishop, with a loud laugh; 1-am myself a faithful subject to the king. Where do you think you are, my friend, that you talk to me of subjects? You are so pale, that ail my velvet is not sufficient to give even a tinge to your white face. 1 suppose you are not come here for the purpose of making game of me? ] tell you again, said Stephen, 1 am come here to buy a subject P 7 The devil. growled Bishop, springing with one bound toward Stephen, and seizing him by the collar. Do you belong to the police, my friend ? The Scotch dog drew up his fore legs, and rose upon his hind ones, as if he were about to spring ‘at Stephen’s throat. ral CHAPTER IX. The movement of Bishop, the burker, had been so sudden, so impossible to be foreseen, that Ste- phen was not able to place himself on the defen- — sive ; and besides, of what use would it have been ~ comicbooks:com | ‘ te ae ee