The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 68: what you’re looking at

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66 MYSTERIES sembled an ordinary bale of goods, and Tomi © marched off with.it upon his shoulders, Mr Smith, - Nicholas, and Boblantern, were now all that re-— mained in the counting room. s What do you wait for? said the cashier to the © latter. : His honour wishes to see me, he answered. You! ) Bob cast a complacent glance round the room. ~ I am the only one here, he said. | Bat what does his honour want of you? Something or other. Perhaps he wishes to in- quire about my friends. All that I can tell you is, that he expects me. Nicholas, go and ask his honour whether he wishes to see this rogue ? Not so, interrupted Bob. I 2am not fond of trifles. Ask his honour simply. if he will have a moment’s conversation with his poor Bob Lan- tern ? Within a few moments, Bob was ascending the staircase. ani dragging his muddy shoes over a carpet of finest Brussels that covered the parlour. He passed through it, preceded by Nicholas, and having gone through several rooms richly fur- nished, where there were several articles with which he wished to fill his large ieathern poc- ket— | I will be temperate, aaa he, as he continued to stuff his ample breeches with whatever he could lay his hands on, At the sound of Bob Lantern’s footsteps. Mr. | ‘Edward covered his face with the mask, but upon © recognising the intruder, soon threw it aside, comicbooks-com ae. r,t Te