The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 302: what you’re looking at

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THE STRING OF PEARLS. | ‘Tn the night you will have repose, and to-morrow morning, with much more calmness and effect, you will be able to start upon your errand. Believe me, Johanna, 1 don’t counsel this delay with any hope, or wish, or expectation, that it will turn you from your purpose, but simply because I think it will the better ensure its successful termination.” ‘Successful! What will you call successful, Arabella ?”’ ‘Your coming back to me uninjured, Johanna.” ‘¢Ah, that speaks your love for me, while I—I love him for whose sake I am about to undergo so much, sufficiently to feel that were I sure he was no more, my own death at the hands of Sweeney Todd would be success.’’ ~- Johanna—Johanna, don’t speak in such a strain. Have you no thougiit for me? have you no thought for your poor father, to whom, as you well know, you are the dearest tie that he has in the world? Oh, Johanna, do not be so selfish.” “ Selfish ?”’ “ Yes, it is selfish, when you know what others must suffer because they love you, to speak as though it were a thing to be desired that you should die by violence.” «« Arabella, can you forgive me? can you make sufficient allowances for this poor distracted heart, to forgive its ravings P” | ‘‘T can—I do, Johanna, and in the words of your father, I am ever ready to say ‘God bless you!’ You will not go till to-morrow ?” After the pause of a few moments, Johanna said faintly— <T will not—I will not.” ‘Oh that is much. Then-at least for another night we shall enjoy our old sweet companionship. ” They by this time had reached the home of Arabella, and as it was an under- stood thing that Johanna was not expected home, the twe young girls retired to converse in unrestrained freedom upon all their hopes and fears. CHAPTER LXIV. TODD COMMENCES PACKING UP. ‘‘Yus,” said Todd, as he suddenly with a spring rose from the shaving-chair, upon which we left him enjoying reflections of no very pleasant character. | ‘* Yes, the game is up.”’ He stood for a few moments now in silence, confronting a small piece of look- ing glass that hung upon the wall exactly opposite to him, and it would appear that he-was struck very much by the appearance of. his own face, for he suddenly said— ‘* How old and worn I look.”’ No one could have looked upon the countenance of Todd for one moment without fully concurring in this opinion. In truth, he did look old and worn. But a comparatively short time has elapsed since we first presented him to the readers of this most veracious narrative. Then he was a man whose hideous | ugliness was combined with such a look of cool triumphant villany, that one dd not know which most to ponder upon. Now his face had lost its colour; a | yellowish whiteness was the predominating tint, and his cheeks had _ fallen, There was a wild and an earnest restlessness about his eyes that maue him look very much like some famished wolf, with a touch of hydrophobia to set him off; and certainly, take him for all in all, one would not be over anxious “ 'T'o see his like again !” “Old and worn,” he repeated, “and the game is up; I am decided. Off and away! is my game—off and away !—I have enough to be a prince anywhere wheré / i 4 4 | i RE ' I f : sie dl i i | Ate ae ata i ih The yi ree : i f : ) oD aa: i h/t a a Fit ‘a tel } 4) | 4 ie an i i Pincers Lf ime ae - Se 1 fal ni Wat Hite 1, Oe \ Hi j ~ yh eo uy i - ; 7 ¥ py } ‘ * tah ? - Wt Be : Lit 4 ae is ig i | } { i ae 5 i h { { ft i : Pent te 4! # <M | NRE # i a i i} 4 i 3h } j M4 ‘a os 4 g) é ij r 4 fh) # f me { + ae — A EE A NOOR TE TET s Nyt oe et AE glee Oy 2 = SF - CECE SW TE rig ee ES ad - ; - 2 —- aie fee a = SS eee sis. es De em —s comicbooks.com