The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 196: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. nine feet high—ten in length—and about six in breadth. The vaulted ceiling —the stone pave- ment—the window double grated, and high up— the tremendous thickness of the wall, as shown by the depth of the lapp-hole in which that small window was set—the oaken door which a nail four inches Jong could not completely perforate,—and the heavy irons which the Magsman wore,—all these ap} strack the milliner, as her glance rapidly embraced them, with the impossibility of any one, however strong and daring, effecting an escape from that living tomb! Nevertheless, she resolved to accompiish the alm of her visit; and addressing herself to the er as an excuse for advancing into the cell, | she sald, “I hope you will repent of your errors aod confess your crimes, as the only atonement you can make to that society whose laws you have ar Well, ma’am,” responded the Magsman, who 4 fally comprehended her motive, aud therefore an- swered her in a respectful tone,—“ I take your ad- vice as it is meant—that is, in good part. But I should wish you to tell me what mercy I am likely to receive by making any confession at all.” Mrs. Brace proceeded to expatiate on the ne- cessity of the prisoner’s averting his thoughts and hopes from this world and fixing them all upon the next; and while she was thus playing the hypocrite for a purpose, Harriet, who had already been duly instructed by her mistress, was engaging the attention of Soper in the pessage. She asked a thousand qpestions connected with the prison, and so ably succeeded in occupying him for several minutes, that the milliner easily found the wished. for opportunity of slipping = small parcel into the an’s hand —continuing her religious exhor. tation until he had safely secured it about his own Per Well, ma‘am,” he obeorved at last, “I've lis. comicbooks.conn