The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 137: what you’re looking at

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114 REYNOLDS’ WORKS and make a general smash of it. I’ll play the generous toward him.”’ | The Burker placed upon the table the money which he had just taken from the pocket of the pantaloons, saying, at the same time, ‘‘ Leave off that precious moaning and whining, can’t you, you fool! Or do you want me to slit your windpipe for you? Now look here, Jack, you’re a thundering rascal, and you know you are; it would sarve you right to leave you without a scurrick, as you meant to leave me. But I’ll just give you another chance, so I’ll content myself with taking back my own. And now good- bye.” With these words, the Burker turned and quitted the attic, while Jack Smedley felt so marvellously relieved by his disappearance, that the loss of the money he had meant to self-appropriate was now but a very secondary con- sideration. The Burker descended the stairs; the man and woman of the house issued forth from their room, wondering to hear only the footsteps of a single individual, for they had naturally expected that the supposed detective had come to take Jack Smedley into custody. The Burker did not however choose to volunteer any explanation; he ordered them both to go back into their own room and not bother him with their presence, and then opening the front door, he quitted the house. ECORNICLIOOKS (E(0)