The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 179: what you’re looking at

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THE STRING OF PEARLS. “What do you mean, Susan? How dare you use such language to me? © Get you gone!” “Oh, yes, I’m a-going in course; but if I had anybody in the house, it shouldn't be a little impudent looking boy with no whiskers.’’ “¢ She must know all,” whispered Johanna. “No, no,” said Arabella, “I will not, feeling my innocence, be forced into making a confidant of a servant. Let her go.” ‘‘ But she will speak.” | “ Let her speak.” Susan left the room, and went direct to the kitchen, holding up her hands all the way, and giving free expression to her feelings as she did so— “‘ Well, the zdea now, of a little stumpy looking boy, when there’s sich a lot of nice young men with whiskers to be had just for the wagging of one’s little finger. Only to think of it. Sitting in her lap too, and them a kissing one another like— like—coach horses, Well I never. Now there’s Lines’s, the cheesemonger’s, young man, asI has in of anight, he is somebody, and such loves of whiskers I never seed in my born days afore; but I is surprised at Miss Bella, that I is—a shrimp of a boy in her lap! Oh dear, oh dear !” | be CHAPTER XXXIV. MR, FOGG FINDS THAT ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS, We feel that we ought not entirely to take leave of that unfortunate, who failed in escaping with Tobias Ragg, from Mr. Fogg’s establishment at Peckham, without a passing notice. It will be recollected that Tobias had enough to do to get away himself, and that he was in such a state of mind that it was quite a matter of new mechanical movement of his limbs that enabled him to fly from the madhouse. Horror of the place, andj dread of the people who called it theirs, had lighted up the glare of a partial insanity in his brain, and he flew to Lon- don, we admit, without casting another thought upon the wretched creature who had fallen in the attempt to free herself from those fiends in human shape who made a frightful speculation in the misery of their fellow creatures. Lhe alarm was already spread in the madhouse, and Mr. Fogg himself arrived at the spot where the poor creature lay stunned and wounded by her fall. ‘‘ Watson ! Watson!’’ he cried. « Here,’ said that official, as he presented himself. ‘¢ Take this carcase up, Watson. I’m afraid Todd’s boy is gone.”’ ‘Ha! ha!” *©'Why do you laugh ?” _“ Why where’s the odds if he has. I tell you what it is, Fogg, I haven’t been here so long without knowing what’s what. If that boy ever recovers his senses enough to tell a rational tale, ’l eat him. However, f’ll soon go and hunt him up. We’ll have him again.”’ | ‘Well, Watson, you give me hopes, for you have upon two different occasions brought back runaways. Bring the woman in and-——and, Watson? | «© Aye, aye.” , « J think I would put her in No. 10.” ‘© Ho! ho!-No. 10. Then she’s booked. Well, well, come on Fogg, come on, it’s all one. I suppose the story will be ‘An altempt to escape owing to too much indulgence ;’ and some hints consequent on that, and then brought back to her own warm comfortable bed, where she went asleep so comfortably that we all thought she was as happy as an Emperor, and then——” , «¢ She never woke again,”’ put in Fogg. ‘‘ But in this case you are wrong; sos STP nc Pats POON tis en ss tat stem SEC BEL NEE EN CRTC GALI SLE OCI DIE LEAL LLL LD OLDIES A ma ea i - ed 2, Samoa See ae comicbooks.com