The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 234: what you’re looking at

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MR. SAMUEL EMANUEL 207 ‘‘ Yes, sir. There is one thing more that I have to mention. It’s about Sarah Jones — ”’ ‘What! that pestering widow woman,” interjected Mrs. Emanuel, *‘ who always will come to the place with her three children, because she says she has no one in whose charge she can leave them, and though they are certainly kept tidy enough — ”’ “Tt’s the same woman, ma’am,’’ responded Solomons. ‘She came here just now to confess that she had pawned those two shooting-jackets she had to make up. She says that distress compelled her to do it, and that her landlady was going to turn her children and herself out into the streets at eleven o’clock at night when it was pouring with rain.” ~“ And she has pawned my shooting-jackets,”’ vociferated Mr. Emanuel, in atoweringrage. ‘‘ Let her be given into cus- tody at once, Solomons. And you must appear for me before the magistrate. Of course you will say that I feel it to be a duty which I owe to society, that I do it on public erounds alone, and all that sort of thing. And now go and see about it without delay.” ) This conversation occupied in the delivery far less time than we have taken to record it. Christina had triumphed over her own peculiar sensibilities so far as they regarded herself, but only to have them most keenly awakened in respect to others. She had remained riveted to the spot by the discourse which she thus overheard. Its transitions from one subject to another had been successively fraught with a strange and fearful interest for the generous-hearted girl. The wretched woman whose misery and unscrupulousness were alike taken advantage of to procure the breaking of an already broken window, in order that the clothier might be paraded before the public, that poor boy whose very father had bargained in cold blood for him to sustain a serious injury, the dying girl who in working for the Emanuels had worked her own winding-sheet, and now vainly implored a pittance of relief, the unfortunate female slop-workers who were ground down to the very lowest infinitesimal fraction of wage, and who were to be remorselessly deprived of employment because they asked for a recompense at least a trifle above starvation-point, and last of all, the hapless widow woman who was to be given into custody and torn from the children, whom she evidently loved, for an offence ECORNICLOOKS (C(O)