The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 98: what you’re looking at

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‘ doctor, is one of the most worthy men I have ever} 96 ‘MYSTERIES and you, dector, in the name of Heaven, finish ‘dressing my friend’s wounds which I fear hasals ready been deiayed. | ae Jack placed himself between bis master and th ! doctor. Your honour, said he, addressing himself! in a firm tone to Stephen, I respect your coms mands, because you are the friend of Percival ; but that man shall not again touch my master, swear it by the family escutcheun. This servant is mad, reiterated the doctor, cold4 ly. He is killing the honourable gentleman, bj preventing our assisting him, and as pusitively# as if he were to strike the poniard he holds in hig) hand to his heart. | Jack trembled from head to foot. A cold sweat} covered his forehead, but he did not move a step, I saw, said he, in a low but deep voice; do not} disbelieve what I am going ito say, Mr. Macnzb,] for I swear to it by the memory cf my dead father, andI have never liedin my life. An-as-J sassination upon a man already at the. last gaspJ) Ob! I, myself, saw it, I tell you, these men werd) about to kill Percival. 7 Stephen fixed upon Doctor Moore an eager and scrutinizing gianee. This servant, said he, to the knowledge, and his wonderful acquirements—but this gentleman is my dearest friend — pardon then, | my singular doubts, and permit me to serve you a8 an assistant in the operation you are about to © perform. Ihave studied surgery at Oxford, sir, # EComicbooks.com