The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 213: what you’re looking at

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“Tt does look marvellously probable,” said the captain. “Do you recollect any more, Tobias?” said Minna. “Not clearly, Minna, and I am afraid that what I have recollected is not very clear, but it was the dog that made an impression upon my memory. Many things are, however, now each moment crowding to my mind, and I think that I shall soon be able to recollect much more.” “Not a doubt, Tobias. Do not attempt to strain your memory too far now; Things will come back to you gently, and by degrees.” “T have no doubt of that, sir, but—but—” “But what, Tobias?” “Oh, sir, you are quite sure—” “Sure of what?” “That when I least expect it, round the curtains of my bed, or from behind some chair, or from some cupboard about twilight, I shall not see the hideous face of Sweeney Todd, and feel his eyes glancing upon me?” Poor Tobias covered his eyes with both his hands, as he gave almost frenzied utterance to these words, and both Colonel Jeffery and his friend, the captain, looked on with aspects of deep commiseration. The former, after the pause of a few moments, to allow the renewed excitement of Tobias fully to subside, spoke to him in a kind but firm voice. “Tobias, listen to me. Do you hear me?” “Yes, sir—oh, yes.” “Then I have to tell you that it is impossible Sweeney Todd can now come upon you in the way you mention, or in any other way.” “Impossible, sir?” “Yes, quite. He is now watched by the officers of justice, day and night. His house door is never lost sight of for a moment while he is within it, and when he is abroad, he is closely followed and carefully watched by men, any one of whom is more than a match for him; so be at peace upon that head, for Sweeney Todd is more securely kept now than any wild beast in his den.” Q9OOO0GOOO CORniclooo S CO)