The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 210: what you’re looking at

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184 THE COURT OF LONDON know that I’ve been very ungrateful, very undu-u-tiful to both fa-a-ther and yourself-elf,”’ she continued, in a whimper- ing tone, “ but it was all along of that tall hypocrite there —”’ ‘Sister Ann, sister Ann!” exclaimed Mr. Sneaksby, in a tone of mild rebuke, as the girl pointed her left hand toward him while she held her apron up to her eyes with her right. ““ Have I not been even as a brother unto thee — ”’ ‘Yea, verily, and as a husband too,” added Mr. Paxwax, thinking to aid his leader’s cause by the remark. ‘“T’ve not the slightest doubt about it,’ observed the magistrate, drily. ‘ But this young woman is twenty years of age, and therefore able to take care of herself. The charge of abduction will not stand; and unless you can show me, Mr. Jones, that when your daughter was enticed away, she took some of your property with her, and that such property is now beneath the roof of these persons — ”’ ‘To be sure!” ejaculated Jones. ‘‘ My umbrella — ” ‘‘ And my ten-pound note! ” exclaimed Mrs. Piggleberry. ‘Oh, the filthy lucre!”” moaned Mr. Sneaksby, raising his eyes and hands, as if in appeal to Heaven. ‘Oh, the base cotton umbrella!” groaned Mr. Paxwax, in the deep trouble of his spirit. “ Yes, but we must hear a little more of these things,” said the magistrate, who was evidently bent upon punishing the New Light leaders if he possibly could manage it. ‘‘ And first about the ten-pound note, as that is the most serious? ” ‘“ Well, sir, I’ll confess everything, please, sir, that I will, if you won’t hurt me,” exclaimed Ann Jones, now crying in bitter reality, for she saw that the affair was every instant becoming more and more serious. “ That’s right, tell the truth, gal,’”’ said Mrs. Piggleberry; ‘and his washup won’t do you no harm.”’ “Oh, aunt,” cried the young woman, reproachfully, ‘it was all your fault that ever I went among them New Lights, and you’ve brought me to this,” she added, sobbing grievously. “Cuss the New Lights!” ej jaculated Mrs. Piggleberry, darting furious glances at Mr. Sneaksby and Mr. Paxwax, who stood gazing upon the magistrate with the meek and sanctimonious air of outraged innocence resigned to all its wrongs. ‘“‘ Now if all this isn’t a reason,”’ exclaimed Mr. Jones, who Gomichdoo (E(0)