Penny Dreadfuls, 1850 · page 323 of 400
The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 323: what you’re looking at
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CHAPTER XCVI. MR. OAKLEY’S ANXIETIES MUCH DIMINISH. For some few moments after this meeting, neither Mr. Oakley nor Johanna could speak. At length the old spectacle-maker was just able to say—“Great God, I thank thee, that once again I hold my darling to my heart.” “Father—father,” said Johanna. “Did you think for one moment that I could have left you?” “No my dear, no; but I was bewildered by all I heard. I was half mad, I think, until I was told all; and now we will go home, my pretty darling, at once, and we will have no secrets from each other. Dear heart, what a pretty boy you make, to be sure. But come— come. I am in an agony until I have you home again.” “Father, listen to me.” “Yes my child—my darling. Yes.” “Tf it had not been for Sir Richard Blunt I should now have been with the dead, and you and I would never have met again, but in another world. Father, I owe him, therefore, you will say, some gratitude.” “Some gratitude, my darling? We owe him a world of gratitude. Alas, we shall never be able to repay him, but we will pray that he may be as happy as his noble heart deserves, my dear. God bless him!” “And, father, we will do any little thing he asks of us.” “We will fly to obey his commands, my dear, in all things. Night or day, he will only have to speak to us, and what he says shall be our law.” “Then, father, he asks of me, for the cause of public justice, that I should go back to Todd’s, and wear this dress for the remainder only of to-day. Can we refuse him?” “Alas! Alas!” said the old man, “more trouble—more anxiety—more danger.” “No, father. No danger. He will watch over me, and I have faith that Heaven is with me.” “Can I part with you again?” “Yes, for such an object. Do not, father, say no to me, for you may say, and I will obey you; but with your own free consent, let me go now, and do the bidding of the great and the good man who has saved me to once more rest upon your breast, and kiss your cheek.” The old man shook for a moment, and then he said— “Go, go, my child. Go, and take with you my blessing, and the blessing of God, for surely that must be yours; but, oh! be careful. Remember, my darling, that upon your safety hangs my life; for if I were to hear that anything had happened to you, it would kill me. I have nothing now but you in the world to live for.” “Oh, father, you do not mean to tell me that my mother is no more?” “No, my dear. No.—Ask me nothing now. You shall know all at another time. Only tell me when I shall see you again.” “At sunset,” said Sir Richard Blunt, as he stepped into the room at this moment. “At sunset, I hope, Mr. Oakley; and in the meantime be assured of her perfect safety. I offer my life as security for hers, and would not hesitate to sacrifice it for her.” The manner of the magistrate was such that no one could for one moment doubt that he spoke the genuine sentiments at his heart; and such words, coming from such a quarter, it may be well supposed were calculated to produce a great impression. “T am satisfied,” said Mr. Oakley. “I should be more than an unreasonable man if I were not fully convinced now of the safety of Johanna.” When she had got her father to say this much, Johanna was anxious to be off, and she signified as much to Sir Richard Blunt, who fully acquiesced. The propriety of the measure, for already her absence had been quite long enough from the shop, and Todd might not be in the best of humours at her return. After one more embrace, Johanna tore herself from her father’s arms, and followed the magistrate from the fruiterer’s house, by the same route which had conducted her to it. On their way, he explained to her some little matters of which she was in ignorance, or at least concerning which she could only conjecture. “Both the persons, whom you left in Todd’s shop,” he said, “belong to my force; and the one only went for the protection of the other, as I, of course, surmised that you would be at once sent out of the way upon some real or mock errand, to give Todd opportunity of committing a murder. My great object is to find out precisely how he does the deed; and the man who came in to be shaved was to make what observations of the place he could during the ceremony, while the other distracted Todd’s attention.” “T understand,” said Johanna. “I of course knew that they were friends when they mentioned the watchword of St. Dunstan to me.” “Exactly. I gave them instructions to seize the very first opportunity of letting you hear the watch-word. Are there any large cupboards in the shop?” “Yes. There is one of great size.” “Would it, do you think, hold two men?” “Oh, yes. Perchance you, who are tall, might have to stoop a little; but with that exception as to height, there is most ample space.” “That will do, then. I cannot tell you, of course, the exact hour; but be it when it may, the moment Todd leaves the shop to-day to go CORniclooo S CO)