The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 263: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIII THE CATASTROPHE TuHat ejaculation was immediately comprehended by Lady Ernestina Dysart, and suddenly starting up into a sitting posture in the couch, she gazed with wild, staring eyes upon the advancing form of her deadliest enemy. Then slowly sinking back on the pillow, she groaned in agony of spirit. ‘‘ Monster! what do you here? ’’ demanded Lord Leveson, confronting the public executioner, who had not at first observed the nobleman in the shade of the curtain. “Ah! is it your lordship?” said Daniel Coffin, coolly. “You and me are old friends.”’ ‘“‘ Friends!’ echoed the marquis, becoming purple with indignation, ‘“ how dare you address me in such terms? But this is not the place for dispute. Come with me.’ “Not till I have said a word to her ladyship,”’ responded the Hangman, with brutal gruffness. “Do, for Heaven’s sake, I implore you, come,” said the marquis. ‘ You know that I hesitate not to pay liberally. Come, I say.”’ “Well, that’s an inducement, at all events,” observed Coffin. ‘‘ Lead the way. But one word,” he added, clutching the marquis forcibly with his rough, grimy hand, ‘ don’t think of making any exposure or kicking up a row, for if you do, I on my part will let out such things as shall make the whole world ring.”’ ‘Enough, spare your threats,” interrupted the marquis, in a strange, deep tone. ‘“‘ Whatever takes place between us shall be strictly quiet and secret. Come.” Then hastening to open the door, Lord Leveson looked out into the passage, to assure himself that the coast was 241 (C(O) nn) (C KS at in