The Young Duchess; or, Memoirs of a Lady of Quality — page 319: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG DUCHESS; OR, MEMOIRS OF A LADY OF QUALITY. why ah A ii. a om ne 2 in it Ta TINTON ra it ra nit He at i tit a uit HH! [ ante if , aon a 4d ial ght fT aT; quietly.; “because it is now too late to think of | climbing towards any such loophole as that to which yon seem to allude. I had no more hand in murdering the traitorous Pole than you: but now we have all rendered -ourselves as criminal as the actual dealer of the death-bloy—I mean in thet of disposing is not language the eye of the law—by the secretly of the corpse. But this that I need hold to either of you; for you are both stanch, faithful, and bold. Besides, I hinted that the reward originally promised might be somewhat increased—and I mean to keep my word.” “As for me,” said Mrs. Grills, fortifying her- self with another glass of brandy, “I mean to go on with it to the end.” “In course I mean you should,” growled her husband; “and whatsumever I said oughn’t to have heen taken as if so be I wanted to back |: out.” Ne. 39.—Tuet Younc Ducurss, — ee ——— . A \ fl a ne se rm i nam aie in i a i iM AI: i wtia) inet i Hi et aut iW a i ut | i ih ie Pr TT ai SET aa aE te | Ah Aas fi te it i tH i Wat ay ay mt "ih HTT a Hi mia nt i i t ite A nil a= cise oe IE = : a LUT at TINT (Uo SUT nt i My Wil / iF I i i | eae a uit TR. wv : y : ' i! \ ‘ | | % nT . RUTHIE < { ne ite ‘ | i i f i | Hl BH I ee ge, 305 Sti gE | ite os eT a ‘a AN fl tice | I i meas hi a aaa ty Ss oe i HE ae | Ke 'f peed ‘‘No more on that subject,” said Ponchard. ‘‘ Here is a salve for the wound which I have in- flicted :”—and he placed a bank-note in the man’s hand, at the same time muttering to himself, “ It is lucky Petronoff happens to be in funds at the moment to meet these expenses liberally.” ‘“‘Have you seen your friend, sir?” asked Mrs, 7 Grills. “J mean him as “You mean Karl Petronoff, who was with me the night before last when we thrust the corpse into the cab, and who, as I have before told you, was the one swho struck the blow. Yes—I have seen him. My part of the business is well-nigh | finished; and he, Mrs. Grills, will meet you pre- sently according to the understanding.” “All right,” said the woman. “I’shan’t draw back. “At what o’clock ?” “ Between eleven and twelve.” “That, I suppose, means balf-past eleven punc- tiwal ?” De A NR tert ge conniclooolk Colin