The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 346: what you’re looking at

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844 MYSTERIES Stephen, who had rushed into the room with all the ardour of eager curiosity, stopped disap- pointedly. Is there no one but you? exclaimed he, Donnor did not catch the meaning of these words, but he awoke with a start; his hand was instantly laid upon his stomach, Oh, cried he, I was dreaming that I was eating bread ; that does one good, even merely to dream of it, for I do not feel hungry. But, oh, your honour, when I found that you lived in this house, from which those young ladies have so often thrown out alms to me— It was then you, who spoke of them? It was I, your honour. Would you know them again ? P Among a thousand, as I hope to be saved! I spoke of them because, in Worship street, you said you were seeking for two young ladies who had been carried off, and I was afraid It is they I am searching for, Donnor. They, reiterated the Irishman, clasping his meagre hands, and raising them above his head, they, the two poor angels, And have iad found them, your honour ? Stephen sorrowfully shook his head. Oh, but I will find them though, exclaimed Donnor, seizing Macnab’s arm, were they even in the claws of that demon with a thousand heads— the Family. I know all that, your honour! Snail and Loo, my two children, have fallen inte the snare, and form a part of that shameful army which every night prowls about the city of Lon- don, When I was dying with hunger, your ho- Gomichbooks,com)