The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 61: what you’re looking at

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THE CHANDLER’S SHOP 45 he opened the brown-paper parcel. But his hands trembled visibly, and his cheeks were also still pale and ghastly from the mingled sensations excited by the scene that had just occurred in the bedchamber above. Larry Sampson, upon whose keenness even the least perceptible emotion was never lost, could not fail to observe an agitation so marked as this; but he affected not to notice it, while all the time he was wondering what could have produced such an impression upon the Kinchin-Grand, and who the person or persons might be that had so produced it. ‘‘ What have you got there, Taggarty? ” he inquired. “The clothes the Foundling had on the day he was stolen and brought to the Kinchin-Ken in Grub Street,” was the answer. Then, as Taggarty proceeded to open the parcel and display its contents, he said, ‘‘ Here’s the hat and feathers, the little frock, all covered with neat braiding, somewhat faded now notwithstanding, and here’s the petticoats, the little socks, and the tiny shoes. I’ve always kept them things by me through every wicissitude; for somehow or another I thought they’d be of service sooner or later.” ** You have acted well and wisely,’’ said the officer. ‘“‘ Take the hundred guineas, and I shall keep these things. I Suppose you meant me to do so? ”’ ‘By all manner of means,’ replied Taggarty, as he tied up the parcel again. ‘And now, Mr. Sampson, won’t ~ you take a drop of summut short? ”’ “IT would much rather not, thank you,” returned Larry. ““ Good night.” ) The chandler, having hastily gathered up the money and consigned the coin to his pocket, proceeded to unfasten the shop door to let Mr. Sampson out; and as soon as the officer disappeared, he shut and bolted it again. But Larry did not immediately quit the neighbourhood. He was resolved to wait and see who the person or persons might be that were secreted in Mr. Taggarty’s upper room. His mode of action was decisively determined on, and promptly carried into execution. Entering the shop of an old-clothes dealer, to whom he was well known, he remained there only five minutes, and issued forth again completely metamorphosed from head to foot. In fact, he was ap- parelled as an old woman, with a dark brown cloak, and the Eom | 6)(0)) (CO)