The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 265: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“Worse—worse. This apathetic condition that I am now in, and which to you may look like the composure of resignation, will end, in all likelihood, in raging madness.” “Indeed?” “Yes, madam, I feel already the fire in my brain.” “Be calm.” “Calm—calm! Ha!—ha! Calm. It is all very well for you upon that side of the iron door to talk of calmness, madam, but upon this side the words sound strange.” “Tt will not sound so strange when I tell you that I have absolute compassion upon you, and that the cause of my present visit was to talk to you of some means by which the worst portion of your fate here might be in some measure ameliorated, and your existence rendered tolerable.” QDOODO OOOO commiclooolkks CO)