The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 29: what you’re looking at

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~ ____ THE STRING OF PEARLS. Sweeney Todd took off his apron, and put on an immense coat with huge lappels, and then, clapping a three-cornered hat on his head, and casting a strange wither- me kind of look at Tobias, he sailied forth into the street. nes CHAPTER V THE MEETING IN THE TEMPLE. _Atas! poor Johanna Oakley—thy day has passed away and brought with it no— tidings of him you love; and oh! what a weary day, full of fearful doubts and - anxieties, has it been! | Tortured by doubts, hopes, and fears, that day was one of the most wretched that poor Johanna had ever passed. Not even two years-before, when she had parted with her lover, had she felt such an exquisite pang of anguish as now filled her heart, when she saw the day gliding away and the evening creeping on apace, | without word or token from Mark Ingestvie. | | She did not herself know, until all the agony of disappointment had come across | her, how much she had counted upon hearing something from him on that occasion ; and when the evening deepened into night, and hope grew so slender that she could no longer rely upon it for the least support, she was compelled to proceed to her own chamber, and, feigning indisposition to avoid her mother’s questions—for _ Mrs, Oakley was at home, and making herself and everybody else as uncomfortable | as possible—she flung herself on fee humble couch and gave way to a perfect passion of tears. | “Oh, Mark, Mark!” she said, “why do you thus desert me, when I have relied so abundantly upon your true affection? Ob, why have you not sent me some token of your existence, and of your continued love? the peta slightest word would have been sufficient, and I should have been She wept then such bitter tears as only such a heart as her’s can know, when it feels the Fas and bitter anguish of deserfion, and when the rock, upon which it supposed it had built its fondest hopes, resolves itself to a mere quicksand, in ae Lee rn engulphed all of good that this world can afford to the just and the eautiful. Oh, it is heartrending to think that such a one as she, Johanna Oakley, a being so full of all those holy and gentle emotions which should constitute the truest felicity, should thus feel that life to her had lost its greatest charms, and that nothing but despair remained. ) “TJ will wait until midnight,” she said; ‘and even then it will be a mockery to seek repose, and to-morrow I must myself make some exertion to discover some || tidings of him.” | Then she began to ask herself what that exertion could be, and in what ‘| manner a young and inexperienced girl, such as she was, could hope to succeed in her inquiries. And the midnight hour came at last, telling her that, — civing the utmost latitude to the word day, it had gone at last, and she was left | | despairing. She lay the whole of that night sobbing, and only at times dropping into an | SSSies aa vere | | | | | having the same tendency, and pointing towards the presumed fact that Mark Ingestrie was no more. But the weariest night to the weariest waker will pass away, and at length the soft and beautiful dawn stole into the chamber of Johanna Oakley, chasing away some of the more horrible visions of the night, but having little effect in subduing the sadness that had taken possession of her. unquiet slumber, during which aah images were presented to her, all, however, ~ Comicbooks.com