The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 182: what you’re looking at

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THE GATHERING STORM eae s entreaty that he now indeed appeared a spectacle well calculated to provoke contempt, he said, ‘“‘ Theodore, I for- gave you. Cannot you forgive me? For God’s sake, have mercy upon me. If you say the word, I feel convinced that this Jew will take what I have to offer and let me go. You have declared that you are empowered by the creditor to do the best for his interests — ”’ “Viper! ”’? was the low but bitter, oh, fearfully bitter and venomously malignant ejaculation which suddenly hissed, as it were, from Theodore’s lips and struck the wretched Emmerson dumb at once. To be brief, the bill-broker, with despair in his heart and frenzy in his brain, was forced to surrender himself into the keeping of Mr. Moses Ikey, and in half an hour he found himself a prisoner in that very same sponging-house to which he had in his time sent so many, many victims of his usury. CORNICLOOL SS (CO) am