The String of Pearls; or, The Barber of Fleet Street — page 69: what you’re looking at

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THE STRING OF PEARLS, 6} ea arr enna _ “And now,” she said, “I must teave you. As long’ as you are industrious you will go on very well, but as soon as you begin to be idle, and neglect the orders which are sent to you by me, you will get a piece of information which will be useful, and which it you be a prudent man will enable you to know what you are about.” i * What is that ? you may as well give it to me now.” , “* No; we seldom find there is occasion for it at first, but, after a time, when you get well fed, you are pretty sure to wantit.” =. | So saying she left the place, and he heard the door by which he had entered, carefully barred after her. Suddenly then he heard her voice again, and so clearly and distinctly, too, that he thought she must have come back again; but upon looking up at the door, he found that that arose from her speaking through a small gratinefat the uper part of it, to which her mouth was closely placed. “Remember your duty,” she said, “and I warn you, that any attempt to leave here will be as futile as it will be dangerous.”’ “Except with your consent, when I relinquish the situation.” | “Oh, certainly--certainly, you are quite right there, everybody who relinquishes the.situation goes to his old friends, whom he has not seen for many years, erhaps.” ! | | ‘ What a strange manner of talking she has!” said Jarvis Williams to himself, q when he found he was alone. “There seems to be some singular and hidden meaning in every word she utters. “What can she mean by a communication being made to me, if I neglect my duty! It is very strange; and what a singular lookin place this is! I think it would he quite unbearable if it were not for the delightful | odour of the pies, and they are indeed delicious—perhaps more delicious to me, who has been famished so long, and have gone through so much wretchedness ; : there is no one here but myself, and Iam hunery now=«frightfully hungry, and ae = the pies be done or not, I'll have half a dozen of them at any rate, so | ere goes.” 3 He opened one of the ovens, and the fragrant steam that came out was perfectly | delicious, and he sniffed it up with a satisfaction such as he had never felt before, as regards anything that was eatable. “Is it possible,” he said “that Ishall be able to make such delicious pies? At al: events one can’t starve here, and if itbe a kind of imprisonment, it’s a pleasant one. Upon my soul, they are nice, even half-cooked—delicious! I'll have another half-dozen, there are lots of them—=delightful! I can’t keep the gravy from running out of the comers of my mouth. Upon my soul, Mrs. Lovett, { don’t know where you get your meat, but it’s all as tender as young chickens, | and the fat actually melts away in one’s mouth. Ah, these are pies, something like pies !—they are positively fit for the gods!” Mrs. Lovett’s new man ate twelve threepenny pies, and then he thought of leav- ing off. It was a little drawback not to have anything to wash them down with but cold water; but he reconciled himself to this. . “For,” as he said, “after all it would be a pity to take the flavour of such pies out of one’s mouth—indeed, it would be a thousand pities, so I won’t think of it, but just put up with what I have got and not complain, I might have gone further and fared worse with a vengeance, and I cannot help looking upon it as a singular piece of good fortune that made me think of coming here in my deep dis- tress to try and get something to do. . I have no friends and no money; she whom I loved is faithless, and here I am, master of as many pies as I like, and to all appearance monarch of all I survey; for there really seems to be no one to dispute my supremacy. ‘To be sure my kingdom is rather a gloomy one; but then I can abdicate it when I like, and when I am tired of those delicious pies, if such a thing be possible, which I really very much doubt, I can give up my situation, and think of something else. If I do that, I will leave England for ever ; it’s no place for me after the many disappointments I have had. No friend lef; me-—my girl false—not a relation but who would turn his back upon me! I will go somewhere where I am unknown and can form new connexions, and perhaps make new friena= q — SSE OT OO ER ¥ 4 § a Fy 4, e: - j ' ] c | comicbooks.com