The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 307: what you’re looking at

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~OCCURRENCES IN NEWGATE 277 Having sealed and addressed this letter, Caroline sent it to the post by the friendly turnkey, who rejoiced in the name of Pigman; and when this functionary returned after executing the commission, she besought him to grant her an immediate interview with the Honourable Mr. Eaton. This favour was accorded without much difficulty, and Caroline, upon finding herself alone with Arthur, proceeded to relate all that she had learned within the last hour relative to Fernanda, as well as all that her own suspicions or con- _jectures furnished in addition. Arthur took down in writing everything that was thus detailed; and after a long interview Caroline was warned by the appearance of the turnkey that it was necessary to take leave of the young gentleman. They accordingly separated, and Miss Walters was returning to her own cell in company with Mr. Pigman, when, just as they entered the stone corridor leading thereto, she found herself face to face with the milliner of Pall Mall. It must here be mentioned that Mrs. Brace had purchased leave and license to take exercise in the stone hall, in the same way as Caroline Walters; and she was proceeding thither, followed by a turnkey at some distance, when she thus encountered the young girl. “Ah! I am glad that I have met thee, foul procuress,”’ said Caroline, in a voice of smothered passion. ‘‘ Thou wilt go to the scaffold, and it is I who am the means of sending thee thither.” “ Traitress! thou also shalt hang to the gibbet,’’ retorted the milliner, her eyes glancing with an infernal rage and her white lips quivering nervously. ‘‘’Twas I who informed against thee, as thou didst against me.’” “Ah! but I shall not hang, thou she-devil,’’ returned Caroline, in a voice of malignant triumph and savage taunt- ing; ‘‘ for I can prove mine innocence, and that is more than thou canst do.” ‘‘ Wretch! thou shalt die by some means, if not by the executioner,” rejoined Mrs. Brace, her whole form trembling with the demoniac passion that made her countenance white and ghastly and her features distorted and hideous. *““ I shall live to gloat over thy writhings and convulsions on the scaffold, base procuress,”’ returned Caroline, the words hissing from between her lips as if laden with the venom of the serpent. (COMMUCG Doo cS (GO)