The Mysteries of London, Vol. IV — page 29: what you’re looking at

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24 UE WYSTEGLES OF LONDON. . ie erence enjmememtnnnteemmmrttien ileiieisi emaagiae wards Lady Hatfield, “obtained the royal pardon for | a heart rejoicing at the good sho had donc—for Lord "Thomas Rainford, J well know-—indeed, I havo all | Ellingham’s sake! along known.” « You!” ejaculated Georgiana, in profound astonish ment. “ Yes—I overheard your interview with the Ring in the Blue Velyes Closct at Carlton House,” continued the Earl; “and now I comprehend all the greatness und generosity of your conduct? Ol! and you must pardun me too, for having become a listener on that orcasion, antl fur having ever since entertained suspi- cions most injurious to your honour." “The remainder of tho tale can then be told by my- self,” said Tom Rain, hostitys “for it was I—I, the Vlackamoor—the negro—who saved your ladysltip from insult and cutraze, also at Carlton House. But—" he continued, glancing in a signiicant manner towards Dyhes—all these explanations shall be for another and more convenient opportunity. In the muantine, Arthur,” he added, “it is for you to repair at once to the Home Sceretary, and obtain from him allwe require to ensure my coniplcte freedom, by virtue of that acknowledgment biaring the sign-manual of the Ring.” The Earl of Ellingham instantancously undertook this commicsiun, although at sv Jate an hour; but he fertunatly happened to be aware that the Secretary fur the Home Department had a reception that even- ing, and was therefore certain to be at homie. Dykes, who had been Jed on froin ono source of attgnisimnent to another, aud who perceived that Thomas Rainford not only posse-zed powerful friends, Lut Jikewise the patronage and favour of the King himzclf-—the worthy Mr. Dykes, we say, nese yolun- tcered to withdraw into another room, merely request- ing lis prisoner to pledge his honour not to leave the house until the order of the Secretary of State should fully and completely release him from custody. The promise was given forthwith; acd Dykes repaired to the apartment where Old Death was still remaining in the custody of Bingham 2nd the other constables. Immmudiately after the oflicer had retired, Guorgiana ro to take her departese. This was the fint time that she had evcr een the Medinas; but she accosted them with the affability of a well-bred Iady, and prof- fered thea herdeepest and sincerest sympathy on ace court uf the dreadful loss which they had sustained. Thy received these provfs of friend-hip in a manner which denotid tho gratitude of their hearts; and Georgiana, on taking leave, shook them cordinily by the hand. Then, extending her hand likevise to him whose mere name-had hitherto been sufficient to send a cold ehndder through her entire form;—yes, extending her hand to him also, in the truc spirit of Christian for- giveness,—but without raising her cyes to his counte- nance, the said, @ Mr, Rainford, may you yet know many years of bappincss!” He pressed her hand with grateful fervour—and a tear dropped upon it: but he could not utter a word. Tis heart was too full to allow him to express his thanks—his admiration of the noble conduct of that woman whom, in a moment of delirium, a5 it were, he had outraged and ruined! = peae i y reminis hus thou didst stand before thy pa dpcamngsians Joely ° —you have, Mr. Rainford is a genelman, every eenerous benefactress, Tom Kain! 5 : Mr. de Medina—perceiving that bis son-in-law was inck of him~and I always knowed it, Ho's gota overcome by emotions which were uot altogether in- | power of slap-lp friendsas won't leave him long inthe tellignble to him—offered his arm to escort Lady Hat- | lerch, I can tell you.” _ ; field to her carriere; and Georgiana drove home with | And the officer bestowed a significant wink upon hi¢ Tho Jew returned to the apartment whero he had left Esther and Rainford; and thero they all threo minzicd their grief together, for the lozs of the lovely and much-loved Tamar. But over this scene wo shall draw a veils sorrow such a3 they experienced cannot be adequately de- ecribed. Neither shall we do moro than allude ¢o the violence of the gricfand the poignancy of the anguish which were felt when they repaired to the chamber to which the remains of the murdered Tamar had been conveyed, The reader does not require to be informed this was a ceremony, of the most painful descrip- tion. While, therefore, Mr. de Medina, Esther, and Rain- ford, ure mingling their tears and lamentations,—~ while, too, the Earl of Ellingham is absent on his mission to the Home Secretary, armed with the docu- ment which bore the autograph and ecal of George the Fourth,—we shall request our reader to accompany us to the apartment where Old Death remains in the custody of Bingham and the subordinate officials. CHAPTER CAYVL OLD DEATH. Waitrx Dykes made his appearance in the room just alluded to, he found Benjamin Bones rocking himself to and fro on the chair in which he was seated, while Bingham and the runners were partaking of refreeh- ments at the table. The ol miscreant was horribly pale; and there was a wild glaring of the eyes which enhanced the ghastly expression of his countenance. The man was in fact hideous to beliold. Nove that he had leisure for reflection, and that the excitement attending the perpetration of his bloody vengeence had pas-ed away, ho had become fearfully alive to the awiul predicament in which he stood: nevertheless his entire aspect denoted dogged obdu- racy; and could hie have recalled the past, it Is more than probable that he would have played precisely the same part over again. Well, Mr. Dykes,” said Bingham, as the worthy thus addresscil entered the room, “will you jine us here inn bit of grub? You sce, we're pitching into the cold jint like bricks; and the beer is fust-rate.” * So is the pickles,” growled one of the runners, who was naturally of a surly disposition, andconld not help spzaking in a grunting tone even when best pleased. “Come, sit down with us,” urged Sir. Bingham. “But, I say though, what have you done with Tom tain?” “Done with him, indeed!” exclaimed Mr. Dykes, swelling with the importance of a man who had astounding news to communicate: “what hasn’t he clone for his-self, you mean?” “Was he cut his throat—or taken poison?” de- maniled Old Death, eagerly. “Not he!” cried Dykes. “ Why—youw cursed old fence, you "ve always got wicked notions in your head ee eee be 8 “ CONMUGC DOO SS (CO)