The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 380: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXVII THE RUINED TEMPLE ONcE more did the Burker find himself a moneyless out- cast in a strange land. He had not even a morsel of food to put between his lips, for the gossoon had carried off the wallet which contained the remnant of the provender purchased on the preceding evening. Hungry and miserable, almost as desponding and as despairing as he had ever been even when in the depths of the hideous jungle, the Englishman went forth from the khan. He had some idea of playing the part of howling mendicant by himself, but beholding a couple of peons proceeding through the street, he thought of the tortures, and he quitted the town. For several hours he wandered through the country, reckless in which direction he proceeded, having no fixed aim, but wondering what would become of himself. At length he reached a pile of ruins, which seemed to be the remains of some ancient temple. He remembered the ruined temple he had seen in the jungle, and his blood ran cold at the recollec- tion of how he had there beheld snakes coiling all over the black marble image. He therefore hesitated to enter amidst these ruins, although the beams of the meridian sun were pouring down with all their burning heat upon him. He was faint and exhausted with hunger, with weariness, and with the intolerable sultriness of the day; he therefore at last mustered up courage sufficient to penetrate into the ruins. Amidst huge blocks of granite did the Englishman work his way, over prostrate pillars and crumbling columns did he step, until he at length found himself inside as much as remained of the edifice itself. He perceived one large image upon a pedestal, and another lying amidst the rank grass which grew where a pavement of stone or marble once had been. ool GOMmiiGcbdoc S) (S©)