The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 99: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON. 97 and am a licentiate of that university. Stephen turned back his coat sleeves. | Take care, your honour, said Jack, who, draw- ing vear to the young man, whispered in his ear. ' While he was thus employed, Rowley gently stoop- ed down and picked up the lint which was under his foot, and then be looked at the doctor. The latter, almost imperceptibly, gave a sign with his eyes; Rowley comprehended it, and slipped out of the room. This is impossible, said Stephen, in reply to the communication made to him by the old valet. Impossible, your honour, well, should I he obliged to search the rascal sven to the skin, I | would find the phial. He turned round to where Rowley had been standing, Stephen did the same: it was then only that they perceived he had flown. Well, your honour, exciaimed Jack, do you believe me now ? Stephen fixed on the doctor his severe and pe- netrating eye. Doctor Moore had crossed his arms upon his chest, and had remained motionless, looking upon the whole of this scene with a quiet and disdainful air. He was a man of about forty years of age; talland wellformed. His forehead | half bald, denoted baughtiness and intelligence, He was one of the most intivential, and most . ‘Tespected members of the Royal College. Heen- | joyed an immense reputation, which placed him above even suspicion. pac Doctor, said Stephen, whose self possession bad 26 victoriously struggled against his feelings of in=. . digaation, tis worthy servant is not mad, He: - comicbooks.com)