The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 90: what you’re looking at

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88 | ‘MYSTERIES kissed the dollar, and promised the lady that hej would pray God to bless her. I can see the resurrection men another time, | said he musingly 5 IT have not made a bad day's work of it, and I am tired. Bishop would keep} me a whole night. and I should only make a} guinea—a guinea is something certainly. But Temperance is expecting of me. the poor dear | girl. May I be hanged, if I would not give ten} shillings, if I could prevail upon her to get drunk | only six days in the week. Bob then wended his steps once more toward | St. Giles’s, through Holborn. He now walked | with his head erect, and his_hands in his pockets | —as does every honest man, whose conscience has | nothing to reproach him with, and who has re- | ceived the earnings of honourable labour. nee See CHAPTER XI. _ Mr Frank Percival would not assume any title, If was not from division ef the nobility: it was | on the contrary, from a proud and worthy respect for the historical name of his ancestors. During those days when the title of gentlemen conferred — power and privileges, there might have been some merit in divesting one’s self of rank, and yielding up these rights; but in our age, when nobility is _ Merely a distinction, cowards, and perhaps fools, — aoe would affect to despise high birth, and od dowa their escutcheons as they would their asimen{s, because their fashions are gone by | om =| Pee ee Tt ds CEomicbooks.com: