The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 63: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 61 nad pierced his ghastly cheek ; his lips were thin, Mind an habitual simper had engraven two wrin- les on each side of his mouth ; his glance was at . imes penetrating, and at times suspicious, from Poeneath thick and overhanging eyebrows; and Bois whele expression indicated a sort of native good nature, boundless avarice, and that hardi- Biood which marks the countenance of all the #London villains, There was one part of his dress @which was certainly criginal. He wore pockets fall about him—in coat, pantaloons, vest, even in Ihis shirt ; his greatcoat alone had five, and one descended from his waist half way down his leg, Hand was lined with leather. Such was Boblantern, Hthes assassin of Temple Church, | The thirty five companions of Bob had been lassembied but a few moments, when a voice from - [behind the green curtain asked, | | Are you all there? | We are all here, Mr. Smith, replied Tom Tarnbull. We are all here, repeated ive Snail, in a alsetto. Gee They now heard behind the grating the move< — | Pients ofa complicated. 86 What have you to sey, ‘Tom ? Not two steps from us, said Tom to his compas nions, there is an iron chest ; it is open, | Well, what of that? In that chest there is no silver, | Tam sorry for that. - | - No geld. 7 _ What, no gold? ee Silence: I'll knock down the first man Se . “t Ayer! fis 5 = 5 tye ee sat ~ OV eS BP Eg ~ Gomicbooks.com