The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 236: what you’re looking at

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WESTMINSTER BRIDGE 207 ‘No matter, as long as he is there. You will have the kindness to remain here with me for a few minutes.”’ “To be sure,” rejoined the Hangman. ‘ Devilish good dodge on your part to prevent me going to see what sort. of a lady it is that means to peep into the recess. But I don’t mean to play your Royal Highness such a dirty triek.?’ ‘Hush! address me not by name!’’ whispered the prince, impatiently. Then, as he cast a look across the way, he beheld his sister hurrying on toward the recess. ‘‘ Here, come a little farther into the shade, and take this bag. You found the contents of the other to be all right? ”’ “Nothing could be more accurate,’’? answered Daniel. Coffin, as he clutched this second bag which the prince placed in his hand. We must now digress for a few moments to state that just. before the prince regent and his royal sister made their appearance in Bridge Street, Lady Ernestina Dysart had passed rapidly that way and had at once entered upon the bridge. She was not now clad in her widow’s weeds, but. wore a garb evidently assumed for the purpose of disguise, and while one hand kept down the folds of a dark thick veil over her features, the other firmly clutched a naked dagger beneath her cloak. Could any human glance have penetrated through that veil, it would have seen her counte- nance ghastly pale, and her ashy white lips compressed with the stern resolve that swayed her soul and was reflected in the fixed look of her eloquent eyes. Her pace was rapid but determined. There was not the least irresolution in her mien, her gait, nor in her heart. Continuing her way over the bridge, she flung a quick, searching look into the middle recess on the left hand side as she passed it by, but no one was there. She accordingly proceeded onward until she reached the extremity of the bridge on the Lambeth side, and there, just as she was about to turn back, she caught a sudden glimpse of the unmis- takable features of the Hangman as he looked up for a moment and the light of the lamp fell upon his countenance. Ernestina did not give a second glance; that one was suff- cient, and as she thus acquired the sudden certainty that her mortal enemy was upon the bridge, a flame appeared to diffuse itself throughout her entire being. Instead of connicloooks (C(O)