The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 250: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XIX THE CONFESSION MAKEPEACE was alone in a cell at the station-house to which he had been conducted. A profound darkness en- tombed him, and though the night was a warm one, yet did he feel cold to the very marrow of his bones. The handcuffs were upon his wrists; his person had been rigorously searched; every incident and every idea tended to make him now frightfully aware of his awful position. That temporary hardihood which had taken possession of the man when he so cruelly avenged himself against Adolphus and the countess had now altogether forsaken him, and he felt profoundly dejected, —so deeply, deeply desponding that the very tears traced each other down his cheeks. His imagination grew fevered, and from the midst of the darkness of the cell a form gradually seemed to stand forth, - —agore-stained, ghastly shape, slowly becoming plainer and plainer until to his excited imagination it seemed as if his old master’s distorted countenance was gazing upon him. At first the wretch looked and looked, while horror froze his veins, but at length, unable any longer to endure the presence of the spectre which his fevered fancy had conjured up, he shrieked aloud in his mental agony. The massive bolt of the door was drawn back, the bull’s-eye light of a lantern flashed in unto the cell, and a constable asked, ‘What is the matter? ”’ _“ For Heaven’s sake do not leave me alone! ”’ exclaimed Makepeace; “‘ or give me a light — this darkness is terrible. But stay, send for Mr. Slater — send for him at once. I would speak to him, and then perhaps my mind will be easier!” ‘Yes, we will send for him,’”’ responded the constable. 223 CORnnICLOOOKS (CO)