CHAPTER XLII.
THE GREAT SACRIFICE.
While all these things were going on at Sweeney Todd’s, in Fleet-street, Mrs. Lovett was not quite idle as regarded her own affairs and feelings. That lady’s—what shall we say—certainly not affections, for she had none—passions is a better word—were inconceivably shocked by the discovery she had made of the perfidy of her flaunting and moustachied lover. It will be perceived, by this little affair of Mrs. Lovett’s, how strong-minded women have their little weaknesses. The hour of the appointment, which she (Mrs. Lovett) had made with her military-looking beau, came round; and there she sat, looking rather disconsolate.
“Am I never to succeed,” she muttered to herself, “in finding one with whom I can make my escape from this sea of horrors that surround
