The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 200: what you’re looking at

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THE PASTILLES 177 be well acquainted, it is only too evident; and her visit to Oaklands was a trick, a stratagem, devised on his behalf — doubtless suggested by him too. It is this Eastern woman only whom I fear, it is Indora only whom I apprehend. Were she out of the way, he would become powerless; he dares not come forward, he is compelled to work through the means of an agent. Yes, if Indora were put out of my path, I should feel myself safe — I might defy the whole world.” Here the Duke of Marchmont suddenly stopped short, not only in his musings but likewise in his walk, for on raising his eyes, whom should he behold at the distance of a dozen yards but Barney the Burker? The duke could scarcely be- lieve the evidence of his own senses, and yet it was so. There stood Barney dressed in the Jewish costume, with his tray of pastilles in his hand. ‘“ This fellow is mad, to remain thus in London,” thought the duke within himself, but the next instant a feeling of joy shot through his heart. Drawing out his purse and keeping it in his hand, so as to have the appearance of being about to bestow alms on the seeming Jewish mendicant, the duke accosted him. There were very few people passing by at the time, and not a police- man was in sight. ‘‘ What are you doing here?’’ inquired Marchmont, in a hurried manner and in a low voice, as he still kept playing with his purse for appearance’ sake. ‘* A sellin’ of these wery pretty little things at a wery mod- erate rate,’ responded the Burker. ‘“ But jokin’ apart, my lord, I was only a-killin’ time until evening should draw in, when I meant to take some steps to get an interview with your Grace.”’ ‘““ What for? ’’ demanded the duke, hastily. ‘Only, my lord,’’ was the reply, “‘ because the business wasn't done proper last night — though, by jingo! it wasn’t my fault; for if that cussed young woman chose to tog her- self out in her missus’s dress, how the deuce was I to know anything about it? She had a weil down over her face — ”’ “ Yes, yes, I have read all about it,’”’ interrupted the duke, ‘and I see full well that it was a mistake on your part. I do not blame you.”’ “And that there mistake,’”’ rejoined the Burker, ‘ can GOMIGIOOKS (CO)