The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 9: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. a CHAPTER I. ( On a Sunday evening in the month of Novem- _ ber, the brave Captain Paddy O” Chrane was seated in the parlour of the ‘Crown Arms,’ before a {ta~ _ ble, upon which was displayed a huge bumper of _ gin and water. Paddy O’Chrane was an Irishman, six feet high, with a most attenuated waist, set off to the best - advantage by a blue coat with black buttons, while his lower extremities were cased in deer-skin . breeches, buckled upon home made stockings. Enormous shoes, stained with a specimen of every soil in the metropolis, covered his feet. ; On the opposite side of the parlour, there was — _ seated an individual about forty years of age, clothed in apparel which, though unostentatious, indicated the man of ease, with a sincere and caim expression of countenance, and an eye whose fix- ed, dilated, and meaningless pupil proved that | the power of vision had fled for ever. He was a frequent visitor at this tavern, and was known by the name of Tyrrel the blind man. Mrs, Burnett, mag s seated on her throne in its wh! Comicbooks!comb. —