The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 232: what you’re looking at

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MR. SAMUEL EMANUEL 205 prison for seven days. So then I shall beg leave to hand to his lordship a couple of guineas for the poor woman’s use when she comes out of gaol, and I shall tell her that if she can do needlework, she is to call upon me, when I will give her plenty of employment at good wages.” “To be sure; that is the way to do it,’”’ said the obsequious Mr. Solomons. ‘‘ But, beg pardon, sir, if you could possibly manage to squeeze out a tear — ”’ * |’ll shed a dozen,” exclaimed Mr. Emanuel. ‘“ And then, don’t you see, my dear,” he continued, again addressing his wife, ‘‘ we shall have such a long report in all to-morrow’s papers, and so nicely drawn up. Mr. Samuel Emanuel, the celebrated clothier, pane of plate glass smashed, value thirty pounds, Mr. Emanuel deeply affected, behaved most handsomely, two guineas, and promise of work, hum of applause in the court, which the usher did not attempt to repress, lord mayor himself much affected, not an unmoist- ened eye in the whole place. There, my dear, what do you think of that? Famous advertisement, and costs us nothing but the two guineas to the woman, and the five shillings I ordered Solomons to give as earnest-money when he made the arrangement.” ‘TI took care to give it to her, sir,’’ observed that confi- dential personage, ‘‘ and I have no doubt the poor afflicted creature,’ he added,- with a low ironical chuckle, “ got amazingly drunk last night. But 1 have done more than this, sir; your orders about the boy who is to be run over by your advertising van are likewise carried out.”’ ‘‘ Excellent,’’ again cried the harsh voice of Mr. Emanuel. “Tell us all about it, Mr. Solomons.”’ ‘““ Well, sir, I made an arrangement with the boy’s father, and agreed on the price for which his son’s leg is to be broken, — a guinea down on the nail, five guineas after it is done, and the doctor’s bill to be paid. He’s a nice lad, about fourteen, very sharp, and soon understood the advantage of being run over, sir, by your advertising van.” ‘““Of course,’ exclaimed Mr. Emanuel, ‘‘ but the great advantage, though, will be reaped by us, I think. Another good puff, my dear, for the emporium, and better than all the advertisements in the world. Let me see? Shocking acci- dent, poor boy run over by one of the numerous advertising vans of Mr. Samuel Emanuel, the eminent clothier, Mr. GOMIGDIOOKS (C(O)