The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 380: what you’re looking at

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| fining his reading. 378 MYSTERIES and whirling equipage, into which Rio Santo sprang, with his eyes, and there was no longer any symptom of hatred in his look. It is useless to offer any opposition to this man, muttered he to himself, as he slowly ascended to his drawing-room ; it is far better to follow his triumphal car. Well, | must be off to court. By Saint Nicholas! this may, perhaps be my last attendance. | After turning the corner of a street, Rio Santo’s carriage stopped. The coachman got down from the box, and went on foot toward Irish House. Ereb teok the reins in his stead, and without waiting for further orders, drove rapidly on. During this time, Angelo Bembo fulflled a part of his commission, by eonvoking the lords of the night, That being dune, be directed his steps toward Prince’s-street, near the Bank of Eng- | land, At the angle formed by that street and the | Poultry, opposite to the opening of Cornhill. there | was a small ground floor room, neat and newly whitewasied, occupying half the space which is ]} now used as a pine-apple and orange shop, with J doorways, both upon the Poultry and Prince’s- street. . it was before this house that Bembo stepped. Bembo was in haste. He pracipitately entered | the little back parlour, in which Jedediah Smith } was reading aloud, and in a snuffling tone of voice, 8 chapter of the Bible. _ @QWhat do you wish? cried the latter, discon-], Comicbookscom ,