The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 334: what you’re looking at

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THE XYSTERIES OF LONDON. ih _ wee = SE aN ag TNT ) i por ie Du, trick ? = waite, AN 4 tf eye 5 “uty THe LTA Huletec sedi hn eats i ROSS si 5 Un | \ Wine l! alow bow: “but tho man’s frionds do say that a moro sober, hard-working, and deserviny fellow did not exist.’ “And therefore I suppose that Ats death will be Jaid at my door!” exclaimed Ifeathcote, now for the first time in his lifo glancing timidly—almost appealingly, at his clork, as if to imploro him to deviso some excuse or start somo palliation that might case his troubled conscicnce. But Green, whose very obsequiousness and ser- vility afforded him tho means of venting his spite on his hated master, pretended to tako tha observa- tlon as an assertion and not an interrogatory, and replied in a humblo tone, “ Your foresight and knowledge of tho world, sir, are beyond all dispute; and, as you say, Bealo’s death is certain to bo laid at your door. But of course you are perfectly in- different to the tittle-tattle of scandalous tongues.” Heathcote rose from his seat—or rather started from it, and walked rapidly up and down the room thrice. He felt sorely troubled; for, hardened as his heart was—obdurate as his soul had become, he could not shut out tho whispering voice of con- science which now proclaimod him to be the author No.94* —Mystrrirs or Lonpon, 329 ae Sw as 4 r os at | a4 i 1 E tr ‘ ny Wry! eee al , Dole $, hey a yt EN a Ht ~ i [su tuey os t) of all the deaths that his clork had onutneratod. And, whilo ho was racked by these painful convic- tions, the thought suddonly flashed to his brain that Greon had displayed a savago delight in de- tiiling those horrors; and, man of the world as James I{eatlicote was, it occurred to him, as a na~ tural soquence to the suspicion just mentioned, that his clerk hated and abhorred him. Acting under tho influence of theso impressions, he stopped suddonly short close by the spot whore Green was standing; and ho fixed his snake-like gazo upon the shabbily-drossed, servile-looking, solf-debasing individual, who appeared to be main- taining his cyes bent timidly and revorentially on tho floor—as if his master’s emotions were somc- thing too sacred to lool: upon. “Green!—-Mr. Green !’’ exclaimed ILeathcote, laying his hand with such abruptness and also wit). such violonce upon the grovelling wretcl’s shoulder, tit it mado him start convulsively—though he know all tho whilo that his master had accosted him, and was elso gazing on him. “Yes, sir!” cricd tho clerk, raising his eyes diff dontly towards Ileathcoto’s countenance. ee ET Og (C(O) (C DOO <S LL (SO)