The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 378: what you’re looking at

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TORTURES 349 gossoon had perpetrated. It appeared (according to the journal) that every soul in the house had perished in the flames, which had spread with such rapidity that there was no possibility of escape. A wandering gossoon and some European of a very low description were reported to have perished at the same time, the particulars of the conflagra- tion having been furnished by two labouring men who had partaken of supper at the house, but had afterward quitted it to retire to the cottage which they inhabited at a little distance. The Burker now comprehended why the gossoon had set fire to the premises. With a devilish shrewdness he had foreseen this catastrophe, or, at all events, he had thought it was worth while to perpetrate this last crime with the chance that it would conceal the previous ones. The Englishman pointed to the newspaper, and partly by signs, partly by aid of the few words of Hindustani he had picked up, he made the dervish comprehend the nature of its contents. A diabolical satisfaction was ex- pressed on the Hindu’s countenance, and the Burker could not help regarding the gossoon as a villain endowed with a boldness and a shrewdness well calculated to win any other villain’s admiration. The meal of which they partook was a copious one, and they washed it down with proportionate quantities of alcohole fluid. It happened that they were alone together in the khan, and they were likewise alone when they lay down to rest. The Burker was more than half-intoxicated with the liquor he had imbibed, and he slept most soundly. The sun had risen some time when he awoke, and he immediately missed the gos- soon. An idea of treachery flashed through his brain; he thrust his hands beneath his garments, and a terrible im- precation burst from his lips as he discovered that his bag of money was gone. He looked about him in the last wild, faint hope that it might have slipped out from his buttoned up coat while he was slumbering, but no, it had vanished! Nothing could exceed the rage of the Burker. It was only the night before that he had resolved upon playing the gos- soon precisely the same trick, but he was foiled, he was baffled, he was forestalled. Oh, if he could only fall in with the squinting villain, what a terrible vengeance would he wreak upon him! From the very first moment he met that COnnICLOOoOkKS (S©)