The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 142: what you’re looking at

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TUB MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. , 129 ————— a She took a sheet from the bed in the adjacent room, and threw it over the body—a proceeding to which her husband did not object, inasmuch as its flesh was too loathsome to make him at all anxious to touch it. He and the man then raised it between them, and bore their burden down the staircase, the lady following with the candle in one hand and the rope-ladder in the other. Into the garden was the corpse thus conveyed: it was lowered by means of the silken cords into the pit dug to receive it;—and then the man proceeded to throw in the mould which he had heaped upon 1 either side of the unblest grave. | “You will be sure to lock the garden gate after | you,” said the gentleman, as he led his wife away from the spot. “No fear of that, sir,” was the reply of the man, as he went on shovelling in the earth: “and I'll; give you the key next time we meet.” 1 4 That will do. Good night.” ! 7 “Good night, sir. Good night, ma’am.” But the lady heard him not, as she moved me- chanically away leaning upon her husband's arm. An awful consternation was upon her: she felt as if she were walking in a dream—or as if she had ‘ust committed some tremendous crime which had steeped all her thoughts in a confused and bewil- dering numbneas. Presently the hackney-coach was reached: and on entering it, she threw herself back in the seat and burst into an agony of tears. CHAPTER XXXVIIL THE STRATAGEMS OF A BOW STREET OFFICER, Ir was about ten o’clock im the morning, when Mr. Lawrence Sampson, attired in his best clothes, knocked at the door of the Marquis of Leveson’s comliclbooks.com