The String of Pearls (1850), p. 729

what fox-like trick he may play us. On &#8212 on, Ingestrie! There is no help for it, but to do our very best."
For another minute and a half, now, not a word was exchanged between the friends. The road did take a turn, and for some time they were out of all sight

THE DEATH OP SWEENEY TODD.{Figure}

of Todd, but the moment they themselves got round the elbow of the road, the colonel raised a shout of gratification, and then cried—
"There he is! He has had a fall. On—on!"
Todd was in the middle of the road-way trying to mount the horse, from which it would appear as though he had been thrown, for the creature was rearing in evident alarm, and swerving every time that Todd put his foot in the