The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 303: what you’re looking at

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276 THE COURT OF LONDON from Bow Street to inform me that he shall not be home to dinner, and indeed that I must not expect to see him before the evening, as some pressing business has trans- pired to demand his immediate attention elsewhere.”’ “Oh, very well, ma’am,”’ said Daniel Coffin, inwardly rejoicing to think that he had not been surprised by the old dame up in her master’s private room. ‘“‘ Then I needn’t wait any longer, and so I’ll call another day.” ‘‘ Who shall I say has been? ”’ inquired the housekeeper. The Hangman hesitated a moment whether he should give his name; but immediately recollecting that the woman need only describe his personal appearance in order to make her master understand who the visitor was, he said, boldly, “Mr. Dan’el Coffin, of Fleet Lane.’’ “Ah!” she ejaculated, her looks filling with evident disgust and horror as the mention of that name, striking upon her ear like a pestilence upon the entire frame, revealed to her the fact that she stood in the presence of the public executioner. ‘‘ Good morning, good morning,” she hurriedly observed, as she flew to open the front door with an undisguised longing for the departure of so unwelcome a visitant. | “Good morning, ma’am,” said Coffin, not choosing to take any notice of her altered manner; and he issued from the house. GOMmiicbdooks (E(0)