The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 379: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXXVII A DEED OF VENGEANCE It was about eight o’clock in the morning, on the day after the many and varied incidents just related, that Melmoth was walking through Knightsbridge in the direction of Hyde Park. He was apparelled in the same decent manner as when he encountered Tim Meagles in the Edgeware Road a couple of days previously; but his countenance was more deadly pale, and mingled with its expression of wild va- cancy and latent ferocity there was a look of stern unflinch- ing resolution, as if his mind were made up to the accomplish- ment of desperate deeds. Entering Hyde Park, he traversed the vast enclosure with slow but firm steps; and the clocks of the West End were striking nine as he reached the immediate vicinage of Park Lane. Then he paused and fixed his eyes with some degree of anxiety upon the nearest gate, through which in a few minutes his eldest son James made his appear- ance. ‘““T am glad you are come, my boy,” said Melmoth, “ for I had my misgivings — ”’ ‘And why so, father?’ asked the lad, who, it will be remembered, was little more than thirteen years of age and who was as respectably dressed as his parent. ‘‘ What is the matter with you? ” ‘“T don’t know, —a presentiment of evil, I suppose,”’ exclaimed the man, abruptly. ‘‘ In fact, considering the ways to which we have taken, we are never safe for an hour together, and therefore I was apprehensive and low-spirited. Where are your brother and sister? ”’ | ‘‘ At the Kinchin-Ken in Grub Street, where we’ve been staying latterly,’’ replied James. ‘‘ There’s plenty of other 848 Gomicbooks (E(o)