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Updated: May 14, 2025
The hours wore solemnly away in the great building, consecrated to suffering and its relief, in which Black Milsom lay dying, with his sister kneeling by his bed, while the good clergyman, who had had pity on the soul of the sinner, sat on the other side, gravely and compassionately looking at them both.
The apartments occupied by the family were all on the garden front, and the smoking of tobacco in the quadrangle was not forbidden. Milsom, who had until this time devoted his attention exclusively to the coachman, now contrived to place himself next to James Harwood, as the party paced to and fro before the servants' quarters.
Milsom said to himself. He crossed the room with slow and stealthy footsteps, opened the door communicating with the rest of the house, and went along the passage leading to the hall. With cautious steps he groped his way to the door opening on the secondary staircase, and ascended the thickly carpeted staircase within.
"A man can't help his looks," answered the landlord, rather sulkily; "I've known Tom Milsom these ten years, and I've never known any harm of him." "No, nor any good either, I should think, Dennis Wayman," said a man who was lounging at the bar; "Black Milsom is the name we gave him over at Rotherhithe.
Here a lamp was left dimly burning all night, and this lamp showed him another cloth-covered door at the top of the first flight of stairs. Black Milsom tried this door, and found it also unfastened. This door, which Black Milsom opened, communicated with the little passage that had been made across the room usually tenanted by Captain Copplestone.
"You are getting a condition of coma and that's the last thing you want." "She'll be all right now," replied van Heerden, but his face was troubled. "The dose was severe yet she seemed healthy enough to stand a three-minim injection." Milsom shook his head. "She'll be all right now, but she might as easily have died," he said. "I shouldn't repeat the dose." "There's no need," said van Heerden.
Although our three worthies had taken unto themselves a splendid lodging in Milsom Street, which, to please Ned, was over a hairdresser's shop, yet, instead of returning thither, or repairing to such taverns as might seem best befitting their fashion and garb, they struck at once from the gay parts of the town, and tarried not till they reached a mean-looking alehouse in a remote suburb.
Having duly admired Milsom's ingenuity, Jack explained in detail the reason why he and Carlos had advanced the time of their arrival, and disclosed his scheme for the temporary disablement of the three men-o'- war in the harbour, into which scheme Milsom entered with the utmost gusto, even going to the length of rousing poor Macintyre out of his berth and ruthlessly breaking in upon his beauty sleep, in order that the parties might have the benefit of the chief engineer's advice and assistance.
I do not suppose, Mrs. Morland, you ever saw a better-bred man in your life. His lodgings were taken the very day after he left them, Catherine. But no wonder; Milsom Street, you know." As they walked home again, Mrs. Morland endeavoured to impress on her daughter's mind the happiness of having such steady well-wishers as Mr. and Mrs.
"Right ho!" acquiesced Milsom, who forthwith turned his attention to his second breakfast, saying very little more until he intimated that he had finished, and was now quite ready to resume the discussion of the matter that had brought him up to town. Accordingly, Jack conducted his friend up to his private sitting-room, waved him into a chair, and took one himself.
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