The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 114: what you’re looking at

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Tobias was not where he could, by any exertion of strength, tender her now the least assistance, and he watched the tightening of the frail support by which she was gradually climbing to the top of the wall with the most intense and painful interest that can be imagined. “T come—lI come,” she said, “I am saved.” “Come slowly—for God’s sake, do not hurry.” “No, no.” At this moment Tobias heard the frail rope giving way; there was a tearing sound—it broke, and she fell. Lights, too, at that unlucky moment flashed from the house, and it was now evident an alarm had been given. What could he do? if two could not be saved, he might himself be saved. He turned, and flung his feet over the wall; he hung by his hands as low as he could, and then he dropped the remainder of the distance. He was hurt, but in a moment he sprang to his feet, for he felt that safety could only lay in instant and rapid flight. The terror of pursuit was so strong upon him that he forgot his bruises. ® e® @o “Thank Heaven,” exclaimed Tobias, “I am at last free from that horrible place. Oh, if I can but reach London now, I shall be safe; and as for Sweeney Todd, let him beware, for a day of retribution for him cannot be far off.” So saying, Tobias turned his steps towards the city, and at a hard trot, soon left Peckham Rye far behind him as he pursued his route. @GOOOGOOOO CORniclooo SS SO)