Doubtless
it was as well for Joseph to be speedy in his preparations for
departure.
She was present in the police-court when Jack Bartley came forward
to be dealt with. Against him she stored up hatred and the resolve
of vengeance; if it were years before she had the opportunity, Jack
should in the end pay for what he had done.
And now Joseph had played her the trick she anticipated; he had
saved himself out of her clutches, and had carried off all his money
with him. She knew well enough what was meant by his saying that her
mother would supply what she needed; very likely that he had made
any such arrangement! You should have heard the sterling vernacular
in which Clem gave utterance to her feelings as soon as she had
deciphered the mocking letter?
Without a minute's delay she dressed and left the house. Having a
few shillings in her pocket, she took a cab at King's Cross and bade
the driver drive his hardest to Clerkenwell Close. Up Pentonville
Hill panted the bony horse, Clem swearing all the time because it
could go no quicker. But the top was reached; she shouted to the man
to whip, whip? By the time they pulled up at Mrs.
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