The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 130: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASON’S DAUGHTER. 121 All was in confusion in the police office. The dis- appointed Marjoram raved and swore, but all in vain ; men were searched—still the papers were not forth- coming. “ Outwitted,” he exclaimed, “ by heaven! A thou- sand pounds, at the very least! What do I say—a thousand ? five!—ten! clean out of my pocket? Which of the partners can it be—Grindem or Small? They think of fooling me! We shall see—we shall see !” It was near midnight. One or two customers lin- gered in Elin’s cellar, much to the dissatisfaction of its tenant, who on this occasion was extremely anxious to get rid of them. Not knowing what might possibly occur, he did not wish that either Tim’s Dick or the Devil's Hack should be seen entering his esta- blishment. At length, after repeated hints as to the lateness of the hour, to his great relief the last customer rose to depart. As he mounted the narrow step, which led into the court, he encountered the weaver, who arrived to keep his rendezvous with Ben. ‘They happened to be old pals, who had not seen each other for some time. | | ‘© How be’est, Hall?’’ said the weaver. ‘‘ How is Sarah and the gals?” ‘‘ Kindly, thank’ee.” *“ Good night.” ** Good night.” These simple words “ Good night,” saved the un- COUN Goo! SS (SO