The Gift of the Sailor: The String of Pearls & Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street — page 64: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVI. THE BARBER MAKES ANOTHER ATTEMPT TO SELL THE STRING OF PEARLS. It would seem as if Sweeney Todd, after his adventure in already trying to dispose of the string of pearls which he possessed, began to feel little doubtful about his chances of success in that matter, for he waited patiently for a considerable period before he again made the attempt, and then he made it after a totally different fashion. Towards the close of night on that same evening when Johanna Oakley had met Colonel Jeffery, for the second time, in the Temple Garden, and while Tobias sat alone in the shop in his usual deep dejection, a stranger entered the place, with a large blue bag in his hand, and looked inquiringly about him. “Hilloa, my lad!” said he, “is this Mr. Todd’s?” “Yes,” said Tobias; “but he is not at home. What do you want?” “Well, P’ll be hanged,” said the man, “if this don’t beat everything; you don’t mean to tell me he is a barber, do you?” “Indeed I do; don’t you see?” “Yes, I see, to be sure; but I’d be shot if I thought of it beforehand. What do you think he has been doing?” “Doing,” said Tobias, with animation; “do you think he will be hung?” “Why, no, I don’t say it is a hanging matter, although you seem as if you wished it was; but I’ ll just tell you now we are artists at the west-end of the town.” “Artists! Do you mean to say you draw pictures?” “No, no, we make clothes; but we call ourselves artists now, because tailors are out of fashion.” “Oh, that’s it, is it?” “Yes, that’s it; and you would scarcely believe it, but he came to our shop actually, and ordered a suit of clothes, which were to come to no less a sum than thirty pounds, and told us to make them up in such a style that they were to do for any nobleman; and he gave his name and address, as Mr. Todd, at this number in Fleet Street, but I hadn’t the least idea that he was a barber; if I had, I am quite certain the clothes would not have been finished in the style they are, but quite the reverse.” “Well,” said Tobias, “I can’t think what he wants such clothing for, but I suppose it’s all right. Was he a tall, ugly-looking fellow?” “As ugly as the very devil. I’Il just show you the things, as he is not at home. The coat is of the finest velvet, lined with silk, and trimmed with lace. Did you ever, in all your life, see such a coat for a barber?” “Indeed, I never did; but it is some scheme of his, of course. It is a superb coat.” “Yes, and all the rest of the dress is of the same style; what on earth he can be going to do with it I can’t think, for it’s only fit to go to court in.” “Oh, well, I know nothing about it,” said Tobias, with a sigh, “you can leave it or not as you like, it is all one to me.” “Well, you do seem the most melancholy wretch ever I came near; what’s the matter with you?” “The matter with me? Oh, nothing. Of course, I am as happy as I can be. Ain’t I Sweeney Todd’s apprentice, and ain’t that enough to make anybody sing all day long?” “Tt may be for all I know, but certainly you don’t seem, to be in a singing humour; but, however, we artists cannot waste our time, so just be so good as to take care of the clothes, and be sure you give them to your master; and so I wash my hands of the transaction.” “Very good, he shall have them; but do you mean to leave such valuable clothes without getting the money for them?” “Not exactly, for they are paid for.” “Oh! that makes all the difference—he shall have them.” Scarcely had this tailor left the place, when a boy arrived with a parcel, and, looking around him with undisguised astonishment, said— “Isn’t there some other Mr. Todd, in Fleet Street?” “Not that I know of,” said Tobias. “What have you got there?” “Silk stockings, gloves, lace, cravats,® ruffles, and so on.” “The deuce you have; I dare say it’s all right.” “T shall leave them—they are paid for. This is the name, and this is the number.” “Now, stupid!” This last exclamation arose from the fact that this boy, in going out, ran up against another who was coming in. “Can’t you see where you are going?” said the new arrival. “What’s that to you? I have a good mind to punch your head.” “Do it, and then come down our court, and see what a licking I’ ll give you.” “Will you? Why don’t you? Only let me catch you, that’s all.” They stood for some moments so closely together that their noses very nearly touched; and then, after mutual assertions of what they would do if they caught each other—although, in either case, to stretch out an arm would have been quite sufficient to have CORniclooo S CO)