The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 400: what you’re looking at

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THE RUINED TEMPLE aya to the government, and should be appropriated accordingly; that with regard to the two bags of new rupees found upon the Burker himself, he had no right to self-appropriate the money belonging to the gossoon who was killed by the tiger, and that therefore all such moneys should be devoted to public charity (or, in other words, would go into the pockets of the peons themselves). Lastly, it was ordained that both the prisoners should be set at liberty, with free permission to pursue their ways, the mahout having the elephant re- stored to him. The Burker, on being released, slunk out of the torture- room, not daring to meet the indignant looks of his late companion, with whom he felt all friendship to be com- pletely at an end. Thus, with an empty wallet at his back, and not the smallest coin in his pocket, the Englishman found himself once more a friendless outcast and forlorn wanderer in that land where the most terrible calamities had already befallen him. His fingers were cruelly swollen with the application of the kittee; his body was all bruised and his limbs stiffened with the fustigation he had received. It was night, and he dragged himself painfully through the streets of the town. He looked about for the public khan, and after awhile succeeded in finding it. But it was occu- pied by a number of gossoons and other travellers of the lowest class, and he beheld little sympathy in their looks, though he gave them to understand that he was hungry and foodless. One of the gossoons, happening to notice his swollen fingers, ejaculated a few words, amongst which kittee was the only one that was intelligible to the Burker’s ears, and the whole assembly burst forth into a loud laugh. At length a snake-charmer, who had his basket of cobras near him, taking compassion upon the wretched Englishman, gave him a portion of his rice, and the Burker, retreating into the darkest corner, devoured the meal with avidity. He then lay down to sleep, and when morning dawned, he wakened to a renewed sense of his utter loneliness, his complete friendlessness, his hopeless, miserable condition. To the snake-charmer he was indebted for another meal; he then issued from the khan, but as he was threading the street, he met the interpreter who had officiated on the previous evening. This individual gave him to understand that if he were wise he would not be seen loitering about the GOMiiGcdoGc SS) (©)