The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 72: what you’re looking at

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“Mother,” he said. “I cannot stay with Sweeney Todd any longer, so do not ask me.” “Not stay with such a respectable man?” “A respectable man, mother! Alas, alas, how little you know of him! But what am I saying? I dare not speak! Oh, that fatal, fatal candlestick!” “But how are you to live, and what do you mean by a fatal candlestick?” “Forgive me—I did not mean to say that! Farewell, mother! I am going to sea.” “To see what, my dear?” said Mrs. Ragg, who was much more difficult to talk to, than even Hamlet’s grave-digger. “You don’t know how much I am obliged to Sweeney Todd.” “Yes, I do, and that’s what drives me mad to think of. Farewell, mother, perhaps for ever! If I can, of course I will communicate with you, but now I dare not stay.” “Oh! what have you done, Tobias—what have you done?” “Nothing—nothing! but Sweeney Todd is—” “What—what?” “No matter—no matter! Nothing—nothing! And yet at this last moment I am almost tempted to ask you concerning a candlestick.” “Don’t mention that,” said Mrs. Ragg; “I don’t want to hear anything said about it.” “Tt is true, then?” “Yes; but did Mr. Todd tell you?” “He did—he did. I have now asked the question I never thought could have passed my lips. Farewell, mother; for ever farewell!” Tobias rushed out of the place, leaving old Mrs. Ragg astonished at his behaviour, and with a strong suspicion that some accession of insanity had come over him. “The Lord have mercy upon us!” she said, “what shall I do? I am astonished at Mr. Todd telling him about the candlestick; it’s true enough, though, for all that. I recollect it as well as though it were yesterday; it was a very hard winter, and I was minding a set of chambers, when Todd came to shave the gentleman, and I saw him with my own eyes put a silver candlestick in his pocket. Then I went over to his shop and reasoned with him about it, and he gave it me back again, and I brought it to the chambers, and laid it down exactly on the, spot where he took it from.” “To be sure,” said Mrs. Ragg, after a pause of a few moments, “to be sure, he has been a very good friend to me ever since, but that I suppose is for fear I should tell, and get him hung or transported. But, however, we must take the good with the bad, and when Tobias comes to think of it, he will go back again to his work, I dare say; for, after all, it’s a very foolish thing for him to trouble his head whether Mr. Todd stole a silver candlestick or not.” Q9OOO0GOOO CORniclooo S CO)