The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 366: what you’re looking at

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nS THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. “You two look tp him,” growled the Hangman, addressing the command to the Mushroom Faker and Bob the Durrynscker. “Come along, Benoull —you and me mast do the rest of the work betwixt us” “To besure,” responded Bencull, raising the corpse by the legs while Daniel Coffin tifted it by the shoulders. “Now then—come quick—out of this bere door—there—that’s right!” And the two meu emerged into the little gallery behind the house; bearing the dead body between them in the manner just described. “Now le’s lower it down gently, Ben,” said the Hangman, “eo as not to make a splash. There's nobody about to see what's going on [” Nobody to eee! Ah—the insensgte wretch !—the eye of God was wpon him—fixed on that scene of murder: aud yet, because there was no candle at wy ne window, and because not a haman 853 e soul was visible either on the opposite side of the ditch or on the bridges, the ruthless murderers fan: cied that no eye was upon them as they lowered the corpee into the stagnant dyke! © The light of the silver crescent moon shone upon this last act in the terrible drams:, and as Bencull and the Hangman thus let down their ‘victim into the slimy grave, there was a moment, 4s she hung over the wooden parapet ere they let go the handker- ; chief that they held in their grasp,—s moment, we ‘ say, at which the pure lustre of the planet of-the night ‘fell powerfully upon the countenance of the unfortunate young wontan, showing in their dis~ torted ghastliness those features thet were s0 ren cently full of snimation and even beauty! For a moment also did that moonlight delineate the torm that was s0 finely modelled, ued which, now hung in the dread abandonment of Terrible indeed was every i sidof the tremendous comliclbooks.com