The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 225: what you’re looking at

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WHO IS THE CULPRIT? 195 “ Your worship will please to observe,” said Mr. Coun- sellor Sharply, ‘ that it was upon discovering those initials on the knife this morning that I requested the postponement of the proceedings, and that I likewise wrote upon a slip of paper the demand that Mr. Eaton should be detained until the issue of the adjourned examination. If your worship had not assented to that proposition, I should have at once applied in open court for a warrant against Mr. Eaton.” “You dare not accuse me, sir,’ exclaimed Arthur, his cheeks flushing with indignation. ‘‘ I am innocent, nay, I am incapable, utterly incapable of such a crime.” “‘ And I also am innocent,” exclaimed Rose, clasping her hands and bursting into tears, for now that she saw the turn the proceedings were so rapidly taking, her emotions of joy for herself and sorrow for Arthur Eaton swelled into a tide that broke down the barrier of her fortitude and found its vent in a flood of copious weeping. “Compose yourself, my dear child, compose yourself,” said a familiar voice; and, raising her head abruptly, Rose found that Mrs. Brace was by her side in the dock. At this moment Mr. Peter Grumley and his man Mobbs entered the court; and going straight up to Counsellor Sharply, they whispered earnestly with that learned gentle- man for a few minutes. ‘“‘ A presentiment tells me that you will not be many more minutes here,” said the milliner, in a low tone of touching tenderness admirably assumed. Rose cast a glance of deep gratitude upon Mrs. Brace for that assurance; and the milliner, unprincipled and profligate as she was, felt a pang of remorse pass poignantly through her bosom as she remembered all the persecution, misery, and suffering which the poor orphan had experienced at her hands. “ Has anything new transpired?’ demanded the magis- trate, addressing himself to Mr. Counsellor Sharply, who had just desisted from whispering to the two police con- stables. ‘“‘ Yes, your worship, and something of the highest impor- tance,’ responded the learned gentleman. Once more did a breathless silence and a sensation of painful suspense pervade the court. ne =) (©) ClO@O© S CO