The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 261: what you’re looking at

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234 REYNOLDS’ WORKS notes which he had received from the Burker. ‘ My friend Mr. Limber brought me last night a remittance that I had been expecting, but as you, my good woman, had gone to bed I did not choose to disturb you.” ‘Oh, dear me, sir, it is not of the slightest consequence,”’ said the landlady, her entire manner changing from enraged insolence to cringing servility. ‘I hope I have given no offence. I knew the rent was safe. I always said so to you, Mary, didn’t I? ”’ “Yes, ma’am, to be sure,” responded the servant-girl, readily corroborating her mistress’s falsehood. ‘And I’m sure, sir,’ continued the landlady, ‘if I did press you for the rent, it was only because my landlord is so very hard upon me — ”’ “ Well, well,” interrupted Bealby, who was impatient to finish the scene, “there’s your money; you can give me the receipt presently. I say, Limber, by the bye,’’ — and he turned toward his friend, — “‘ would you mind stepping around into Covent Garden while Mary is getting breakfast ready, and just see if you can hire a cart, a light one, with springs, you know, to convey the mummy to Mr. Fossilton’s house? ”’ | “To be sure,’’ responded Limber, and off he set. The landlady gathered up the bank-notes which Bealby had thrown down upon the table, and with three or four curtsies she issued from the room, promising to fetch the receipt as soon as possible. Mary continued her prepara- tions for the breakfast, and thus far things had progressed comfortably enough. The rent was settled, there could be no possible impediment to the removal of the case, and Bealby had purposely directed Limber, in the presence of the land- lady, to go and fetch a cart, so that he might have the ap- pearance of acting in a perfectly straightforward manner, without being anxious to conceal anything. But scarcely had the landlady got down-stairs when a double knock at the front door caused her to hasten and answer the summons. It was an old gentleman of past sixty, to whom she gave admittance. He was tall and thin, dressed in black, and stooping slightly. He wore green glasses of the description called shades, as if for weak eyes or bad sight. He walked with a cane; he took a great deal of snuff, and not in a very cleanly manner, as his shirt-frill indicated. His face was 1) ECORNICLOOKS (E(0)