The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 384: what you’re looking at

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382 MYSTERIES surprise, the human machine before him, of whose extracrdinary strength everything around him bore evidence. The giant was half naked—the light of the last lamp feil upon his slioulders, _ which were covered with perspiration. His mus- cles alternately appeared in full relief, and fell beck again, and the avhietice dimensions of his brawny trunk so far exceeded all human propor- tions, that Bembo thought he was dreaming. Well, my lord, said he, after allowing Bembo to indulge his curiostty for a short time, and with the mock-modesty of a sportsman who displays his favourite horse to the admiration of a stranger, tell me,in the name of St. Patrick, what do you — think of my little Sawney ? Just as Paddy had finished this sentence, the smail imeplege struck eleven. The elephant let fall the implement with which be had been work- ing, and drew a long sigh of satisfaction. , Well done, Seder cried O’Chrane, in a pa- ternal tone—you know how to count, lazy bones, that you are! Drink this glass of gin to the J health of his lordskip. At the sight of Bembo he raised his hand to his uncovered head, as it he were about to take off a cap or bat. At the same time he smiled in-§ necently, and east down his eyes like a timid CONG 3's jis He has been broken in, cried the captain ;—J broken in and taught manners by me, by the holy poker! Saunders swallowed, at one guip, the enormous Blass 0 of gin which Paddy presented t to. bim. Hi ~ | comicbooks:com