The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 88: what you’re looking at

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86 MYSTERIES looks, The steward opened one of the drawers, and slewly counted out the thirty sovereigns, Take that Bob did not give him time to repeat his com- — mand. He seized the gold, and it disappeared as if by enchantment, into one of his immense pockets. Anna Macfarlane, said he whispering, while — Paterson wrote under his direction, ‘*32 Corrhill — opposite Finch lane; there are two sisters, anold aunt or mother, and a beardless youth, who is either cousin or brother. Call here to-morrow, said Paterson. Bob made an affirmative sign and withdrew. The farmers, the tradespeople, and the horse- dealers looked at him with envious hatred. Bob passed through the room, bowing very humbly to them. | This evening, thought he, I'll go and see my friends, the resurrection-men—but their work is very hard. and disagreeable too, and not well paid either. Yet one must earn one’s crust of bread. But stay—it is fine weather for begging this even- ing. It is a warm fog, and the old women will be leaving theirchimney-corners—butI must keep. 2 good look-out for the policemen. ~ Bob gave himself a sort of hiteh, by which he appeared to dislocate one of his shoulders; for, in an instant, he became one of the most pitiable objects imaginable. One of his shoulders appear- ed raised above his head, while the other seemed to have disappeared altogether—he twisted his left arm in so hideous a way, as to give it all the appearance of having been struck with paralysis, ee ee eee camicbooks.com_ “ a ee