CHAPTER CXIV.
THE COOK WAITS UPON SIR RICHARD BLUNT AND HEARS NEWS.
It took a quarter of an hour to reach the coach from the door of Mrs. Lovett’s shop, a distance that in twenty steps any one might have traversed; and, oh! what a quarter of an hour of horrible suffering that was to the wretched woman, whose crimes had so infuriated the populace, that with one voice they called for her death!
Mrs. Lovett’s Escort To The Gallows.
Mrs. Lovett’s Escort To The Gallows.
The coach door was opened, and Crotchet pushed his prisoner in. Mr. Green, and the other officer and the cook followed her.
“I will go on the box,” said Crotchet.
“Very well,” said Green, “but be mindful of your own safety, Crotchet.”
“All’s right. There ain’t any more o’ my sort in London, and I know I am rather a valua
