"You didn't see a — a coffin anywheres?"
A. H. Buckland
1900
12.0 x 8.0 cm, framed
Lithograph
Dickens's Barnaby Rudge (pp. 680), facing 417.
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"You didn't see a — a coffin anywheres?"
A. H. Buckland
1900
12.0 x 8.0 cm, framed
Lithograph
Dickens's Barnaby Rudge (pp. 680), facing 417.
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Scanned image and text by Philip V. Allingham.
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"Your loss is great, and your misfortune a heavy one," said Mr. Haredale, looking restlessly towards the door: "and this is not a time to comfort you. If it were, I am in no condition to do so. Before I leave you, tell me one thing, and try to tell me plainly, I implore you. Have you seen, or heard of Emma?"
"No!" said Mr. Willet.
"Nor any one but these bloodhounds?"
"No!"
"They rode away, I trust in Heaven, before these dreadful scenes began," said Mr. Haredale, who, between his agitation, his eagerness to mount his horse again, and the dexterity with which the cords were tied, had scarcely yet undone one knot. "A knife, Daisy!"
"You didn’t," said John, looking about, as though he had lost his pocket-handkerchief, or some such slight article — "either of you gentlemen — see a — a coffin anywheres, did you?"
"Willet!" cried Mr. Haredale. Solomon dropped the knife, and instantly becoming limp from head to foot, exclaimed "Good gracious!"
"— Because," said John, not at all regarding them, "a dead man called a little time ago, on his way yonder. I could have told you what name was on the plate, if he had brought his coffin with him, and left it behind. If he didn’t, it don’t signify."
His landlord, who had listened to these words with breathless attention, started that moment to his feet; and, without a word, drew Solomon Daisy to the door, mounted his horse, took him up behind again, and flew rather than galloped towards the pile of ruins, which that day’s sun had shone upon, a stately house. Mr. Willet stared after them, listened, looked down upon himself to make quite sure that he was still unbound, and, without any manifestation of impatience, disappointment, or surprise, gently relapsed into the condition from which he had so imperfectly recovered. [Chapter LVI, 432]
Dickens, Charles. Barnaby Rudge. Illustrated by Hablot K. Browne ('Phiz') and George Cattermole. London: Bradbury & Evans, 1849.
_______. Barnaby Rudge. Illustrated by A. H. Buckland. London and Glasgow: Collins Clear-type Press. 1900.
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