The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 345: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 343 taken me for a fool, down yonder, from the way in which I conducted myself. The fact is, that L never feel comfortable without my gin bottle—but when [ have my gin, I care as little for those pale rascals down yonder, as I do for the great Mogul I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you again, Mr. Macnab. Good morning, sir. When S:ephen returned to his mother’s house, Batsey told him that a person who wasa stranger to her, was waiting for him in the parlour, and that — the man had said something of two young girls being carried off. Betsey knew nothing further, Stephen hastily pushed her aside, and went into the parlour, CHAPTER X. Stephen had completely forgotten Donnor of Ardagh, the poor Irishman, and the singular bar- gain which he had proposed to him at the door of Bishop the burker. But even if he had thought of Donnor, the oa of Betsey’s exnla- nation, stating that the man who was waiting i the parlour had spoken of two young girls, woul: have thrown Stephen a hundred miles off al imagining that it could be the poor Irishman. Upon entering the parlour, he recognised Don- — nor, more from his ragged dress than from his features; for the poor Irishman had fallen into a doze while waiting for him, and his face, leaning upon his hand, was concealed beneath bP matied locks of his hair. Comicbooksecom)