The Mysteries of the Court of London by Pauline Clarendon — page 107: what you’re looking at

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104 THE COURT OF LONDON enough to convince me that Martin had made all the ar- rangements when in London to carry it into execution. The wretches! did they intend to murder me? My blood boiled as if a lava-stream were circulating in my veins; but still I listened. Martin now spoke; and it appeared that he had succeeded in finding out in London a certain Joseph Warren, nicknamed the Magsman, who had cheer- fully undertaken for a heavy bribe the business which they had in hand regardingeme! Ramsey asked Martin if he were sure that this Warren would be punctual, and the reply was in the affirmative. They then spoke of Warren in connection with some former transaction relative to spurious coin; and Martin reminded Ramsey how well the man had behaved in that instance. I know not how it was that I restrained the indignation and the fury which were boiling within me as all this complication of atrocity was developed; but I suppose it was that I desired to remain and hear the two miscreants to the end. And perhaps I was the more completely riveted to the spot inasmuch as I sought to glean the nature of the dark and mysterious project that they had devised relative to myself. But presently the seducer of my wife — the villain Ramsey — began to speak of her in such light, loose, and ribald terms that I felt maddened as 1f drops of molten lead were falling upon my brain; and when, no longer able to restrain myself, I was about to rush from the room and burst into the presence of the two men, a dizziness came over me and I sank senseless upon a chair.’ _ Here the baronet paused again; and moanings of un- utterable anguish escaped him. ‘““By heaven!” cried Page, “‘if I can only get out of this place, I will hunt those two scoundrels into Newgate before I have done with them! But pray proceed, Sir Richard — I am dying to hear the rest.”’ “And the remainder is terrible!’’ exclaimed the un- fortunate baronet, with the emphasis of a poignant mental agony. “I told you how I sank down in a swoon,” he continued, endeavouring to master his emotions. ‘ When I awoke from that senseless state, my watch informed me that nearly half an hour must have elapsed while I re- mained thus unconscious of all that was passing. I listened again at the partition wall; but the voices had ceased — Eo m ECORNIE OOO KS