The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 294: what you’re looking at

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| THE GRAVESTONE 263 lar gen’leman as myself, and I must take my precious carcase off to another part of the world. That old scoundrel Carnabie is warm, I know he is, and I'll ferret out his hoard before I am a night older. If so be he wakes up, well, then, there’s the mattock or the spade or the crowbar as will deuced soon cook his goose for him. And then that accursed she- devil Crazy Jane, which sp’iled all the hash at Liverpool, I shall like to give her a topper on the head, and by jingo, I'll do it, too! ”’ | Having come to this most comforting conclusion, the Burker refilled his pipe, and a person who had been standing behind a tombstone glided noiselessly away over the long erass. That person was Crazy Jane. After a few hours’ interval since her discourse with Carnabie, she had returned to the churchyard in a lucid state of mind again, and in the hope of finding him, that he might finish his narrative relative, to the unknown lady who slept beneath the turf for which he had evinced so much care, unrecompensed and unrewarded, throughout so many years. But while wan- dering amidst the tombstones in the hope of finding Carnabie, crazy Jane had caught a glimpse of the Burker’s form, and at once recognizing him as the man whom she had seen with Jonathan, she thought of inquiring where the sexton himself was. She had approached noiselessly and unperceived, though she had not at first studied this degree of caution. Just as she was about to address him, he began to speak, and his voice struck her with an effect as if a heavy blow had been dealt her. She knew it at once; it was that of the man whom she had heard conversing with Mrs. Webber at the back gate of Pollard’s house at Liverpool, on the night when the murder of that unfortunate gentleman was accom- plished. Crazy Jane glided behind the tombstone, and lis- tened in dumb horror to the words of unmistakable menace that issued from the villain’s lips. When he had ceased speaking she glided away, as already stated, and this time she did study to pursue her path as noiselessly as possible. COMMICLOO© <S (CO)