The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 344: what you’re looking at

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342 MYSTERIES the sudden changs of light ; whether it was that he was really affected by what he saw. notwith- standing the frightful levity of his previous con- versation, his features appeared to bs covered in» stantly with a mortal paleness, He seized Stephen | by the arm. His hand was cold, Everything is white here, muttered he; every- thing is red above stairs—it is that I might for- get - When TI havenot red around me, Mr, Macnab, all men appear to me like corpses, Stephen did not make any reply; he was so. full of happiness, at not having found there what ‘ he so much dreaded he might discover. Bishop stopped a moment to take breath, and then continued, Tell me, Mr. Macnab, what do you think of all this ? Stephen answered briefiy, that nothing whieh he had-seen could be of use in the studies he was just then pursuing. Oh, oh, cried Bishop, but without showing any ill humour, so much the worse, sir, so much the worse. I hope that you were well satisfied with my exhibition ? _ Stephen gave an affirmative nod. That’s quite enough. Mr. Macnab, we shall deal together some other time, for I think I may calculate on having your custom. Stephen bowed to him, and then went toward the door. Mr. Bishop conducted him to the threshold, and having reached it, he said with a singular admixture of embarrassment and . had ness : conic bockss. com | - par - | 4 * 4 5 AYE a ‘ v4 ’ . Pi An idea has struck me, that you must have te ee er