The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 220: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 213 eyes of heaven, and imprudence in those of the world?” “ And which is worse, father ?” slily inquired John, the youngest of the brothers, and the wit of the aspiring family. Small was too well satisfied with the night’s work, which put his overbearing partner so completely in his power, to feel angry at the question; added to which, he was drunk—not so much, perhaps, with the wine he had taken, as with the success of his scheme; he quietly poked the speaker in the ribs, and, marching down to the bar, paid the reckoning, and left the house. Flin’s object, on returning to his cellar, was to rid himself of his customers as speedily as he could. What was the importance of a few pence to the possessor of a thousand pounds? In his own eyes he was a Cresus—a second Rothschild; his only anxiety was to get safely over to America, and enjoy the fruits of his dishonesty in peace. He little thought that his doom had already been pronounced, and that he carried the punishment of his cold-blooded villany lurking in his veins. ‘Have you seen him?” demanded the Devil’s Hack, in a low whisper, as his confederate descended the dirty steps of the cellar. “ All right.” “ Thank God,” impiously muttered his companion in crime ; “‘ but how are we to get off? the train starts COniiclooecl SS (SO