The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 38: what you’re looking at

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MOTHER FRANKLIN 21 light. But this risk must, however, be run, and the four rufhans made up their minds accordingly. Aiter repeated references to a huge silver watch which he carried in his fob, Mr. Bencull at last intimated that it was now eleven o’clock; and the Buttoner was just suggesting that they should wait another quarter of an hour before rushing out into the gallery, when a knock was heard at the street door. ‘Who can that be? ” said Bencull, in a tone of vexation. “Perhaps old Jeremy Humpage, or the Swag Chovey Bloak — ”’ “Well, whoever it is,’ interrupted the Buttoner, ‘he mustn’t be let into our secrets. Tell him there’s summut wery partickler and private going on.”’ “ Oh, leave me to make an excuse,” growled Bencull; and taking up the light he went to the door. But no pen can describe the mingled astonishment and dismay which seized upon him when the flickering rays of the candle fell upon the countenance of Mr. Lawrence Sampson! CORNICLOO© SS (C(O)