The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 211: what you’re looking at

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204 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. It had been finally arranged between Flin and the Devil’s Hack, as he was called, that the moment the money was procured and the papers given up, they should gtart for Liverpool, from which port they had ascertained a vessel was to sail for America the follow- ing morning. With money everything may be procured in the way of outfit at a moment’s notice, in the mart of business. Once on the sea, they thought they should be safe ; for long before the death or captivity of Tim’s Dick would be discovered—and neither of them cared much which—they expected to be out of reach of justice. They forgot, in their calculations, that there is an avenging arm to strike the guilty everywhere. Flin had been anxiously watching the time—hour after hour he counted the strokes of the Infirmary clock. As ill-fortune would have it, the cellar, at the hour of nine—within one of the time Grindem was to come—was more than usually full. ‘‘ He will never venture here?’ whispered Ben, to his partner in crime. “Yes, he will,” replied the ruffian; “his fears will bring him.” | After a moment’s pause he added, that he would just slip out into the lane and wait for him—he thought it more prudent than receiving him before so many people. | “Honour ?” said the Hack, regarding him doubte fully. | COniiclooecl SS (SO