The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 60: what you’re looking at

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THE LAST MEETING 4] aim of his own. In either case it behoves me to watch his movements. If he is still employed by the prince, it will afford me the greatest pleasure to thwart his plans; and if he is acting on his own account, I am in a measure bound by the earl’s generosity toward me to detect and expose the covert treachery. No, no, Mr. Ramsey, you sha’n’t carry on this odious game any longer, if I can put a stop toit. I suppose you have got your pardon safe in your pocket; or else you would not venture abroad in this undisguised manner during the broad daylight. But, by Jove! ’tis almost a pity that you weren’t suffered to go back to the gallows, which has assuredly been cheated of a most fit and proper subject for its operations. However, I will put a spoke in your wheel ere long, if you do mean to persecute that unfortunate lady and her noble husband.’ Thus musing, Tim Meagles watched from the window of the loft until the post-chaise was got ready. Ramsey stepped into it, the postilion received his instructions, and the vehicle then rolled out of the stable yard. Descending from the loft, Tim ordered his horse to be saddled immediately; and, mounting the noble animal, he set off in pursuit of the post-chaise. About a mile beyond the suburbs he came within sight of it; and he continued to follow it at such a distance that he stood no chance of being observed by Ramsey, should this individual look forth, from the windows of the vehicle. Aylesbury is forty miles from London, and as the weather was remarkably fine on the day of which we are writing, the roads were good. The chaise accordingly travelled at the rate of about ten miles an hour; and it was a little after seven in the evening when it arrived in the close vicinage of Aylesbury. But Ramsey had no inclination to enter a town where he was so well known, although, as Meagles surmised, he had his pardon in his pocket. He accordingly directed the postilion to turn into a by-road leading in the direction of Stamford Manor; and the chaise ultimately stopped at the very same wayside public-house where Meagles had put up on the memorable night of his intervention on behalf of the Countess of Desborough. That Philip Ramsey’s designs bore reference to the inmates of the manor, Tim Meagles was now convinced, even if he had previously entertained any doubt upon the subject; and - COMCOOoOKS (C(O)