The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 192: what you’re looking at

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“A string of pearls.” “Sir?” said Todd, without changing countenance in the least. “A string of pearls —Murder!” “A what, sir?” Ben look staggered. He well knew that if he had cut any one’s throat for a string of pearls, that such words said to him would have driven him frantic, but when he saw no change in Todd’s face, he begun to think that, after all, the accusation must be unfounded, and muttering to himself— “Tt must be nothing but the child’s fancy after all,” he hastily threw down twopence and left the shop. “Now, sir,” said Todd, to the plain-looking man. “Thank you.” The plain-looking man rose, and as he did so he seemed just to glance through the door into the street as it was opened by Ben. Immediately his face was full of smiles, as he cried— “Ah, Jenkins, is that you? Ha, ha! I missed you this morning.—Excuse me, Mr. Barber, I’Il look in again. My old friend Jenkins has just gone by.” With this, out he flew from Todd’s shop like a shot, and was gone towards Temple Bar, before the barber could move or lay down the shaving cloth which he had in his hands all ready to tuck under his chin. Todd stood for a few moments in an attitude of irresolution. Then he spoke— “What does all this mean?” he said. “Is there danger? Curses on them both, I would have but no matter, I must be wrong—very wrong. That string of pearls may yet destroy me.—Destroy! no—no—no. They must have yet more wit before they get the better of me, and yet how I calculated upon the destruction of that man. I must think—I must think.” Todd sat down in his own strong chair, and gave himself up to what is popularly denominated a brown study. Q9OOO0GOOO CORniclooo S CO)