The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 348: what you’re looking at

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546 MYSTERIES Donnor again walked on, passing to the right of St. Clement’s church, and went into Wych- street, in which the Shakspeare gin shop is situated known throughout London as the rendezyous of all sorts of thieves. Donnor abruptly entered the barroom, and — passed as quickly as possible before the obese pro- prietor of the pudlic house. The latter had a great mind te refuse him permission to enter the | parlour door; but thieves of London are in the | habis of wearing all sorts of strange disguises, and | our host changed his intention, thinking it might © be some robber of importance, concealed under ~ those miserable rags, It was then abcut four o’clock in the afternoon ; the parlour of the rookery was almost empty. ~ There were, however, three or four of its boxes occupied, and in one of them Master Snail dres- sed in the costume of a gentleman—the same which he had purchased the day before in Hart — street by the orders of Captain Patrick O’Chrane —was gravely playing whist with Tom Turnbull and two others of the family. Tom Turnbull’s head was bandaged up with a handkerchief; but otherwise, be retained no trace of the frightful battle at the Pipe and Pot. Big Mike, however, less fortunate or more sensitive, was still under the doctor’s hands, i | At the sight of Donnor of Ardagh, and of hi ragged old black coat, the first impulse of the Pg I + . ES NO ES nn laugh at ee but the honest face of the poo . Trishman had something i in it thai pee neRire a comicbooks:com