The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 296: what you’re looking at

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THE BURKER 265. first thing this morning that we discovered it, but we all along suspected that he had a hoard, though he did come. without anything but a small carpet-bag — ‘“ Well, but about the money? ”’ asked the Burker, mixing himself another glass of hot spirits and water. “Why, you see,” resumed Bab, ‘‘ my mother went up as usual this morning to ask him about his dinner, and she gave him his weekly bill to pay. So — ‘‘ Let me tell the story, Bab,” interrupted the old woman. “You must know, Barney, that he’s always in a constant tremble, and every time the door is opened, he looks as frightened as if he expected to see the constables walk in. Well, when I gave him his bill, he put his hand into his pocket, and in his agitation, instead of one purse, he drew out two. Then he got terribly confused, and shoved one of the purses back again, but not before I had time to see that it was well filled with gold at one end, and I rather think, but of course I can’t be sure, with banknotes at the other. He got into conversation, and talked more familiar than he had ever done before, telling me that he had a deal of trouble on his mind, that he didn’t think he should set over it, and then he stopped short, looked very hard at me, and seemed as if he was sorry for letting out so much as he had done. I told him I thought he was ill and wanted the doctor, but I only said that just to try and draw him out further, for I can tell easy enough he has something on. his. mind.” } ‘““] shouldn’t wonder,’ observed Barney, “if he has run away from his place of employment, or summut of that sort, perhaps bolted off with the contents of the cash-box. But so on, Mrs. Webber.”’ 3 Well, ’” continued the old woman, ‘“‘ Mr. Smith said he didn’t want no doctor; he wouldn’t see any one, but he thought he should go on the Continent for change of air — ”’ “He won’t, though,” said the Burker, with a look of savage ferocity, ‘if he has got all that gold in his purse. I’m rayther hard up just at this moment. All my togs, you see, is in Queer Street,’’ and he looked Aaatoned down at his coarse, sordid apparel. ‘Now you know as much of him as we do,” remarked Bab Smedley, taking up the thread of the discourse. So, when mother told us all that, — how she had seen the second com (-) LOOKS (E(O)