The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 286: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF LONDON. = . ~ ae ee ‘* ER ll by taking on ourselves the part of liberators. Tis young woman shall therofore be entrusted with that nerecable duty: but as sho is drunk in bed——” Vitriol Bob uttercd a sound resembling the savage but subdued growl of a wild benst. “As she is drunk in bed,” repeated Jack Rily, with a chuckle, ‘she won't be fit to undertake tho task until it’s pretty near daylight; and it would not be safe to leavo the poor devil alone hero for so many hours. J don’t seek his death; but he might fall off his chair, tumble flat on his face, and not be able to right himself—for it’s by no means an easy thing to shift one’s position when bound neck and heels like that. So remain with him I must and will. His company will not, however, prove the most agrecable after all that has occurred betwixt us; and now you can guess why I ask you asa} favour to stay with me—say till two o’clock, when we will take our departure and send Poll Calvert, who will be sufficiently sober by that time, to cut his cords.” “JT consent to remain here until two o’clock,” said Mrs. Mortimer: “only uM And she glanced, with shuddering aversion, to- wards the door. No.g8*,—-Mysterres or LOnpon. SS = A te a 37 i LE teen, ViUURLen et Hise a : Feel A eiepilat | CH RENT} i \ t' ! ee wa ny ———— Laka ed Ace 2 polenta tos Sad a i ‘ as i} a & GZ ¢ vA say — aw em Sere “ll 4 | | | we vd ie . i — > ae, SS % 3 at Pete cameo aal a * {pete i y MM i { VED id a i = = _ a) é = eee + wp, CC ——_—— Cae a 2 = ee apes SOLES! 44 owe a i 4 Oe OS il “Ah! 1 understand you, my dear tiger-cat,” ox~ claimed Jack Rily : “ you don’t admire the presence of tho stiff ’un there. Lord bless you! if you'd only been my wife when I was a doctor, you would have become familiar enough with articles of that kind— ayo, and have thought nothing of shaking hands with a resurrection man. But it’s all habit; and so, since you would feel more comfortable if that bundle over there was moved, I'll just drag it into the back kitchon—and our friend here will doubt- lessamuse himself by burying it to-morrow night.” Having thus delivered himself with characteristic levity, the Doctor rose from the barrel whereon ho had been seated, and taking up the candle,. pro- cecded to transfer the dead body of Torrens from the thresliold of the door into the back kitchen. Mrs. Mortimer was now left in the company of the murderer, and in total darlmess; and though she knew that he was bound beyond achance of self-release, yet a cold shudder passed over her frame, 18 sho thought of what would be the conse- quences, wero it possible for him to cast off the , strong cords that restrained him. Scarcely had this -reflection entered her mind, when a voice—stealing, as it were, liko tho hiss of (C(O) DOO SS (SO)