The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 381: what you’re looking at

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) | QF LONDON. 379 Major, replicd Bembo, Mr. Edward has sent me— Hush, signor, hush! said he; call me Jede- diah Smith. This house is public, you see. Weil, then, Mr. Jedediah Smith, rejoined Bem- bo, lam sent to ascertain positively how far the works have advanced, My lord shali be satisfied, signor. Be pleased to sitdown a moment, Bembo seated himself, observing that he was pressed for time. , Here, waiter, here! cried Mr. Jedediah Smith, The devil fetch me, Mr. Smith! replied Captain O’Chrane, wiio at this moment made his entrance, : I called you, rejoined Mr, Smith, to answer this gentleman. And what does this Henourable gentleman want ? inquired he. Bembo repeated to him in a few words, the question he had addressed to Mr. Smith. Is that it, in the devil’s name, exclaimed O’Chrane. Let me inform the gentleman, upon my faith, that he is not spsaking to the waiter of a public house, but to Captain Paddy O’Chrane, commander of the sloop Herring, whieh belonged to the house of Gréen and Green, of Carlisle. That isnot the question, said Mr. Smiths an- swer the question. I am to answer him, am I? death to my bones, I am to answer him, cried the captain. Bembo stamped his foct impatiently. I am in haste, said he, The devil you are, sir! why did you not say