The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 322: what you’re looking at

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happy yet.” “Alas! the sun of my happiness has set for ever. I can only now pray to Heaven, that it will endow me with patience to bear its decrees with serenity.” “Well,” added Sir Richard, “we will say no more upon that subject, just now. Come with me, and I will take you to your father by a safer way than just crossing the road from Todd’s shop to the fruiterer’s.” He led her down a court in Bridge Street, and thence through a complete labyrinth of passages, some of which still exist at the back of Fleet Street, and some of which have been swept away, until they reached a door in a dingy-looking wall, at which he paused. “This is the back of the fruiterer’s house,” he said, “and I dare say some one is waiting for me.” He tapped three times distinctly at the door, and then it was opened immediately by the fruiterer’s daughter, who with a smile clasped Johanna in her arms. “Welcome,” she said. “Welcome once again.” “Ah, my dear friend,” said Johanna, “I shall learn to bless the circumstances, commencing in affliction as they did, that have brought me acquainted with such kind hearts.” They all three now crossed a little paved yard, and were soon in the fruiterer’s house. “Where is my dear father?” said Johanna. “Where is he?” “This way,” said the young girl, who took so great an interest in the fate of Johanna. “This way, dear. He is in our room up stairs, and will be no less delighted to see you, than you will be delighted to see him!” “T am sure of that,” said Johanna. She ran up the stairs with more speed that the fruiterer’s daughter could make, and in another moment was in her fathers arms. GBOOOOOOOO CORniclooo S CO)