The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 122: what you’re looking at

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— THE STRING OF PEARLS. “ — renee ea RE me eating hiner — very atmosphere of that place seemed pregnant with insanity, and giving himself up for lost entirely. ve L shall en” he said, “look upon the bright sky and the green '| fields again. I shall be murdered here, because [ know too much; what can save me now ? Oh, what an evil chance it was that brought me back again to my mother, when I ought to have been far, far away by this time, instead of being, as I know I am, condemned to death in this frightful place. Despair seizes upon me! What noise is that—a shriek? Yes, yes, there is some other blighted heart beside mine in this Greadful house. Oh, Heaven! what will become of me? [I | feel already stifled and sick, and faint with the air of this dreadful cell. Help, help, help! have mercy upon me, and I will do anything, promise anything, swear anything.” If bir Tobias had uttered his complaints on the most desolate shore that ever a shipwrecked mariner was cast upon, they could not have been more unheeded than they were in that house of terror. He screamed and shrieked for aid. He called upon all the friends he had ever known in early life, and at that moment he seemed to remember the name of every one who had ever uttered a kind word to bim; and to those persons who, alas! could not hear him, but were far enough |} removed away from his cries, he called for aid in that hour of his deep distress. | At length, faint, wearied and exhausted, he lay a mere living wreck in that damp, unwholesome cell, and felt almost willing that death should come and relieve him, 'at least from the pang of constantly expecting it! His cries, however, had had the effect of summoning up all the wild spirits in that building; and, as he now lay in the quiet of absolute exhaustion, he heard from far and near smothered cries and shrieks and groans, such as one might expect would fill the air of the infernal || regions with dismal echoes. A cold and clammy perspiration broke out upon him, | as these sounds each moment more plainly fell upon his ear, and as he gazed upon | the profound darkness of the cell, his excited fancy began to people it with strange unearthly beings, and he could suppose that he saw hideous faces grinning at him, and huge mis-shapen creatures crawling on the walls, and floating in the damp, pestiferous atmosphere of the wretched cell. In vain he covered his eyes with his hands ; those creatures of his imagination were not to be shut out from the || mind, and he saw them, if possible, more vividly than before, and presenting them- selves in more frightfully tangible shapes. Truly, if such visions should continue to haunt him, poor Tobias was likely enough to follow the fate of many others who || had been placed in that establishment perfectly sane, but in a short time exhibited in it as raving lunatics. Me no iecaitiemnecti htt ii eee tenet eee & © a ie | A nice clear cool glass of wine,’ said Sweeney Todd, as he held up his glass || between him and the light, “and pleasant drinking; so soft and mild in the mouth, || and yet gliding down the throat with a pleasant strength of flavour !” “Yes,” said Mr. Fogg, “it might be worse. You see some patients, who are | low and melancholy mad, require stimulants, and their friends send them wine, | This is some that was so sent.” i “Then you don’t trouble the patients with it ?”? | * What! give a madman wine, while Fam beye in my senses to drink it? Oh, || dear no! that won’t do on any account.” ‘J should certainly, Mr. Fogg, not expec’ such an act of indiscretion from | you, knowing you as I do to be quite a man of the world.” * Thank you for the compliment. This wine, now, was sent for an old gentle. | man who had turned so melancholy, that he not only would not take food enough to keep life and soul together, but he really terrified his friends so by threatening | suicide that they sent him here for a few months; and, as stimulants were recom- mended for him, they sent this wine, you see; but I stimulated him without it quite as well, for I drmk the wine myself and give him an infernal good kick or |! two every day, and that stimulates him, for it puts him in such a devil of a passion | that Lam quite sure he doesn’t want any wine.” “A good plan,” said Sweeney Todd, “but I wonder you don’t contrive that | | | | } { thea, a ae ees: 2 tm ee tu x Cs ra Bessie comicbooks.com