The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 124: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 118 ** No.” ‘ Where ?” “* Here.” “‘ Here?” said the fellow, after a pause, in which he seemed to be meditating his enterprise. ‘ Here be it then. At midnight I'll return with them. All that man can do to obtain them I'll do; but should I fail?” ‘“'We shall see, in that case, what is to be done,”’ coolly observed the weaver, rising to leave the place. ‘* Men seldom fail, Ben, who have a stake as deep as yours.” With these words the speaker quitted the cellar, leaving the man whose connection with the police made him the secret dread of others, a pray to the terrors of his own craven heart. No sooner was he alone than he refilled his pipe, and began puffing vehemently, as if he expected to find a solution of his difficulty in the smoke of the fragrant weed. He had been for some moments thus occupied, when Flanagan, the landlord, entered from the inner room, or division of the cellar, which was only separated from the outward one by a thin partition of lath and plaster. Without speaking a word, he took his pipe from his waistcoat, filleds lit it, and began puffing away at the same rate as his lodger, who could not help thinking that there was something unusual in his bearing. “Flin,” said his lodger, after a pause, “give me a glass of whiskey.” *“Do you want it to give you courage?” said the I 2 COniiclooecl SS (SO