The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 160: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XV A NIGHT OF BLOOD THE partially erected structure where the orphan had thus accidentally taken refuge was that very establishment which Arthur Eaton had founded; and at this identical moment he was inside the building, accompanied by William Dudley. The light which Rose Foster had seen was caused by the lantern carried by the valet as his master explained to him the purport of the architectural arrangements made since they last visited the premises in this manner; and the sudden disappearance of that light may be accounted for by the circumstance of the young gentleman and his attend- ant passing farther into the interior of the edifice. Thus, while the Honourable Arthur Eaton was inspecting the progress of the works, in company with William Dudley, Rose Foster was seeking a shelter from the rain in a nook of that maze of half-finished buildings. Presently a profound sleep fell upon the maiden, for, as we have already observed, she was exhausted alike in mind and body. But presently a wild cry, the appalling cry of ‘‘ Murder! ” ascended from the midst of the edifice, and Rose started up in horror. For a moment she fancied that she had been dreaming, but this idea was instantaneously dissipated by the loud lamentations which, coming from the interior of the building, smote her ear, and, seized with a mortal terror, the wretched girl fled precipitately. It chanced that some labourers, returning home from their work, were passing by the place at that moment, and they were alarmed by the rending cry of ‘‘ Murder,’ —a cry always dreadful, but doubly hideous when thrilling through the darkness. They stopped to listen, loud lamentations 188 CONMNIELOO©