The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 247: what you’re looking at

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With hurried steps they now followed the magistrate; and it was with a feeling of exquisite relief that they all found themselves, after a few minutes, fairly in the body of the church, and some distance from that frightful spectacle they had each thought it to be their duty to look upon. “Let us go to the vestry,” said the secretary, “and take something. I am sick at heart and stomach both.” “And I am everything, and hungry too,” cried a voice, and the Lord Mayor popped his head up from the churchwardens’ pew. No one could help laughing at this, although, to tell the truth, those men, after what they had seen, were in no laughing mood, as the reader may well imagine. “Ts that our friend, the King of the City>?” said the secretary. “Tt is,” said Sir Richard. “Well, I must say that he has set a good example of bravery in his dominions.” “He has indeed.” “Gentlemen—gentlemen,” added the Lord Mayor, as he rolled out of the churchwardens’ pew, “don’t think of going into the vestry without me, for it was I who gave a hint to have refreshments put there, and I have been dying for some of them for this last half-hour, I assure you.” DOWOODOOOOOO CORniclooo S CO)