The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 11: what you’re looking at

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“Yes, Todd, yes. Any news?” “No, sir, nothing stirring. Everything very quiet, sir, except the high wind. They say it blew the king’s hat off yesterday, sir, and he borrowed Lord North’s. Trade is dull too, sir. I suppose people won’t come out to be cleaned and dressed in a mizzling® rain. We haven’t had anybody in the shop for an hour and a half.” “Lor’, sir,” said Tobias, “you forget the sea-faring gentleman with the dog, you know, sir.” “Ah! so I do,” said Todd. “He went away, and I saw him get into some disturbance, I think, just at the corner of the market.” “T wonder I didn’t meet him, sir,” said Tobias, “for I came that way; and then it’s so very odd leaving his dog behind him.” “Yes, very,” said Todd. “Will you excuse me a moment, Mr. Grant? Tobias, my lad, I just want you to lend me a hand in the parlour.” Tobias followed Todd very unsuspectingly into the parlour; but when they got there and the door was closed, the barber sprang upon him like an enraged tiger, and, grappling him by the throat, he gave his head such a succession of knocks against the wainscot, that Mr. Grant must have thought that some carpenter was at work. Then he tore a handful of his hair out, after which he twisted him round, and dealt him such a kick, that he was flung sprawling into a corner of the room, and then, without a word, the barber walked out again to his customer, and bolted his parlour door on the outside, leaving Tobias to digest the usage he had received at his leisure, and in the best way he could. When he came back to Mr. Grant, he apologised for keeping him waiting, by saying,— “Tt became necessary, sir, to teach my new apprentice a little bit of his business. I have left him studying it now. There is nothing like teaching young folks at once.” “Ah!” said Mr. Grant, with a sigh, “I know what it is to let young folks grow wild; for although I have neither chick nor child of my own, I had a sister’s son to look to—a handsome, wild, harum-scarum sort of fellow, as like me as one pea is like another. I tried to make a lawyer of him, but it wouldn’t do, and it’s now more than two years ago he left me altogether; and yet there were some good traits about Mark.” “Mark, sir! Did you say Mark?” “Yes, that was his name, Mark Ingestrie. God knows what’s become of him.” “Oh!” said Sweeney Todd; and he went on lathering the chin of Mr. Grant. QQOQQOOOOO GOnMG oOo SS CO)