The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 262: what you’re looking at

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232 THE COURT OF LONDON Jack Ketch. But no one, save and except just them few as is concerned in the business, will suspect that there was a boat a-waiting in readiness close underneath this window, and that the people in the said boat picked you up and rowed away with you in a jiffy. Neither will it be imagined that in this selfsame boat there was a disguise, not only in the shape of garments, but also for staining the complexion — ”’ ‘“‘ Ah, now I understand you, Mr. Grumley, and I thank you, my God! I thank you most sincerely,” exclaimed Caroline, taking the constable’s hand and pressing it as warmly and as fervently as if she had just found a father in that man. ‘“‘ Well, well, miss, I hope you’ll be happy, and that you’ll take care and not be caught, that’s all,’”’ said the head constable. ‘‘ But, by the bye, here’s the fifty guineas which Mrs. Brace sent you.” ‘“‘ Keep them for yourself,’”’ said Caroline, gently repulsing the bag which the officer endeavoured to force upon her. “No, not I, miss, thank’ee all the same,” he said. ‘ I’m both just and honest after my own fashion, and I’m well paid for all this business.”’ ‘Not for worlds would I receive that money, since it comes from Mrs. Brace!’ exclaimed Caroline, in a tone which was decisive. ‘‘ And now, farewell.’ ‘“‘ Farewell, and good luck to you, miss,’ while Mobbs echoed the sentiment. Then Caroline Walters approached the window and threw a piercing, penetrating glance into the deep obscurity which hung like a mist upon the river. But she caught a glimpse of the boat,— she could even see the upturned countenance of some one watching the casement, — and, confident that it was all as Grumley had assured her, she leaped upon the window-sill; then, holding her breath tightly to suppress any ejaculation that might rise to her tongue, she sprang courageously forth. There was a tremendous splash, and this was followed by the sound of oars; but Grumley and Mobbs waited to hear no more, and, flinging open the door, they rushed from the room, exclaiming in voices which simulated extreme terror to perfection, “‘ She has drowned herself! She has drowned herself! ”’ ) said Grumley, (C(O) ALG 6)(0)(©) (CO)