The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 48: what you’re looking at

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ene of the servants who had borne evidence against Caroline at the examination. “Ah! and so you are come here—to the house which you have madé one of mourning, Miss,” said the menial in a bitter tone, the instant that the light which she held in her hand threw its rays upon the countenance of Caroline. “Silence, woman—I am innocent!” ejaculated the young girl, in atone which made the servant feel that it might really be the truth which was thus solemnly and emphatically averred. * Yes —silence, and let’s do our work without bickering or ill-words,” said Mr. Grumley. ‘Come now, shut the front door—that’s right. Which room is it that you want to go to, Miss?” he demanded, addressing the question to Caroline Walters. “Say your own,” whispered Mobbs in her ear— the servant not catching the hint thus hastily con- veyed. “My om" accordingly exclaimed Caroline: “ and I wish to be alone with the constables,” she added, of her own accord. | “Good,” whispered Mobbs. “* Well, then— come along,’ said Mr. Grumley. “Here, young ‘ooman, lend us your candle,” he added, as he took the light from the servant’s hand. “Which is the parlod& where the old lady is laid out ?” “In there,” answered Mobbs, pointing to the door — opening from the passage, where this conversation took place. “ But I don’t suppose you want to see her?” “Not I indeed,” responded Grumley. “Come, Miss Walters, you lead the way, if you please —and me and my man will foller.” Caroline accordingly ascended the stairs which appeared to creak ominously beneath her feet and those of the two men behind her; and the atmo- sphere of the house seemed laded with that thick, fetid, nauseating smell which 20 frequently denotes (CO GG Lee ANIC OOS (CO