The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 307: what you’re looking at

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good heart.” “Oh yes, I will fulfil my mission.” “Todd is putting up his shutters,” said the fruiterer, as he came in from his front shop. “Ah, then the secret is out,” said Sir Richard Blunt. “That is what he wanted you back for, Johanna. He had forgotten at the moment all about the shutters, you may depend. I am glad he spared you the trouble, at any rate. I do not like you to perform any service for such a rank villain as he is.” “Tt would not have been for him, sir.” “For who, then?” “For the dead. I feel that I am bound to bring to justice the murderer of Mark Ingestrie. When I was here last, sir, you strove to comfort me, by making me feel a sort of hope that he was not dead, but I cannot think that—would that I could, but indeed I cannot, 33 sir. “Do not be too sure, Johanna.” “Nay, look at that.” She laid before the magistrate the sleeve of the jacket that she had found at Todd’s, and which fancy, for she certainly had no proof that way tending, told her had belonged to Mark Ingestrie. “What is this?” “Look at it, sir. My heart tells me it was his!” “And so you suppose there was never but one sailor’s jacket with ivory buttons on the wrist in the world, and never any one who wore one, but Mark Ingestrie?” “Nay, the place in which it was found brings conviction.” “Not at all. Do you forget there was such a person as Thornhill in the world, Johanna?” “No; but why will every one persist in fancying Thornhill and Ingestrie to be two persons, when I am convinced they were but one? Let who will identify this as part of Thornhill’s apparel, and I will weep for Mark.” “T cannot just now shake this supposition.” “You never will.” “Tf I live, I will, Johanna, I give you my word for so much. Pray who is the best to judge of such things? You, a young girl who have seen little or nothing of the world, and whose natural apprehension is rendered obscure by the conflict of your affections, or I whose business it is to come to an accurate conclusion of such matters? I repeat my conviction, that Thornhill was not Mark Ingestrie.” “Oh, if I could think so!” “You will.” “You have no doubt, sir, but Thornhill perished by the hand of Todd?” “None whatever.” Johanna looked deeply affected. “Come,” added Sir Richard, “you want both rest and refreshment, and you can have both here at this house. To-morrow, I hope, will end all your trials, my dear girl, and I shall live, I trust, to see you smile as you ought to smile, and to be as happy as only a very dim recollection of the past will make you.” “Ah, no—never happy.” “You must love some one. You must recover, and in the cares and joys of a new existence, you must only look back upon what has passed, as though you pondered upon the phantasma of some fearful dream; and when you see all around you smiling - “Tt will be cruel for them to smile, sir; and it is now cruel of you to speak to me of loving another, when you know my affections are with Ingestrie, in that world to which he has gone before me, but to which I look forward to as the place of our happy meeting, where we Shall part again no more.” “Well, I thought I could find you a lover that would be to your mind when all these affairs were over.” “Sir?” “Nay, be not offended. You know I am your sincere friend.” “T know you are, and that is what makes it so grievous to me to hear you talk in such a strain, sir.” “Then I will say no more.” “T thank you, Sir Richard; and I will forget what you have said, because I will recollect nothing from you, or committed with you, but kindness and consideration.” Sir Richard smiled slightly for a moment, as he turned aside and spoke to his friend the fruiterer for some minutes in a low tone. The young girl who had, before behaved with such kindness to Johanna, took her by the hand, and led her up stairs. “Come,” she said, “you shall tell me all you have suffered opposite since we parted last, and I will speak to you of him whom you love.” “You are too good to me.” While all this was going on so close to him, Todd, with many oaths and execrations, was putting up his own shutters, which he did with a violence that nearly knocked the front of the window in. When he had finished, he walked into his house, and closing the door, CORniclooo S CO)