The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 67: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 65 ever well hide behind Boblantern, for he had sta- tioned himself as close as possible to the wall. After a few moments, Snail who was naturally restless, made a movement, Charlie raised his head and Tom Turnbull coughed distinctly. Poor Sawnie, muttered Tom. Poor Sawnie, repeated Snail, seeming to meeps _ no man could bark like him. Poor Sawnie ! | Bob left his corner, and examined the corpse with the eye of a connoisseur. He was-a solid chap, he said at last; and will make a passable subject, The resurrectioniste would give a guinea for-it. Who will help me to carry it away ? Let no one touch it, exclaimed Tom. °Tis my property. , Why yours? Because, said Tom, wiping away a tear, Sawnie was my friend; and if I bavan’t a right to ieee | by his poor body who has? The force of this argument was admitted by all and the Corpse was surrendered to his friend, that he might dispose of it for a guinea to the resur- rectionists. tt Move off with these remnants of a brigand, said the cashier, pointing to Sawnie’s corpse; and be more careiui the next time you come, I must have a bag and some straw, in order to protect him ‘rom the weather, my poor friend, said Turnbull | Nicholas was summoned, who soon brought the requisite articles, and within a few minutes the body of the victim was fastened up, 20 that it Fes are Y oth = . 2 . = : ~s o ~~ a . : ' ic 2 : Ee Se RS Eomichooks: com