The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
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The Mysteries of London, v. 4/4
Reynolds, George W. M. (George William MacArthur)
London (England) -- Fiction; Penny dreadfuls
“Yes--yes,” continued the old gipsy, “we met in Hampshire--and
circumstances revealed him to me. The mark on the arm then proved
that it was indeed he! I told him the history of his birth--and he
expressed his intention to visit London and seek to recover from Old
Death--that was the villain Benjamin Bones--the money of which he had
been plundered. Alas! poor Tom Rain--you went to the great city to
meet your doom! You were captured--you were tried--you were cast for
death--and you were hanged on the roof of Horsemonger Lane gaol. Yes--I
saw it all with my own eyes: for I was amidst the crowd--drawn thither
by God alone can tell what strange infatuation! And if in the deep
anguish that rent my heart, there was a single gleam of joy--a single
gleam, however faint--’twas to mark how boldly you died, my brave Tom
Rain! Died--died!” exclaimed the old gipsy, now speaking with thrilling
emphasis: “no--no--you did not die! Methought, however, as did the rest
of the multitude, that you were indeed no more: and for years--for many
years--for nineteen years have I held that same belief. And during
that interval, oft--oft have I thought of thee,--thought of thee as
once I knew thee, Tom Rain--a flaxen-headed boy, and before thou didst
bear that name of Rainford! Yes--I have thought of thee--aye, and wept
bitterly, bitterly. But--am I dreaming--am I becoming crazy?--or is
it indeed true that ten days ago, when in London, I saw thee--yes,
thee--alive and in the full enjoyment of health and wealth? Ah! I
recollect--’twas not a dream: no--no--I saw thee,--and I recognised
thee, too, disguised though thou wert. For not even the hair dyed
black--nor the change effected by time--nor the plain and unassuming
garb,--no--naught could deceive me, Tom Rain, in respect to you! I
beheld you in a carriage, with your half-brother the Earl of Ellingham,
and with a fine young man whose countenance was of glorious beauty.”
These words suddenly made Perdita as attentive and interested a
listener as her mother, both having by this time finished their hearty
meal.
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