Lovett

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Thomas Peckett Prest,  The String of Pearls; Or, The Barber of Fleet Street…

“ THE STRANGER AT LOVETT'S. Towards the dusk of the evening of that day, after the last batch of pies at Lovett's had been disposed of, there walked into the shop a man most miserably clad, and who stood for a few moments staring with weakness and hunger at the counter before he spoke. Mrs. Lovett was there, but she had no smile for him, and instead of its usual bland expression, her countenance wore an aspect of anger, as she forestalled what the man had to say, by exclaiming—
"Go away, we never give anything to beggars."
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Source: Gutenberg

Thomas Peckett Prest,  The String of Pearls; Or, The Barber of Fleet Street…

“ No one can be better pleased than I am to find you view things so reasonably. Send up the nine o'clock batch; and then wait patiently until I come to you."
"I will."
"Till then, good-night!"
Mrs. Lovett left the grating; and as she went up to the shop, she muttered to herself—
"They will, when they find him here, suspect he is an accomplice. Well, let them hang him, for all I care. What can it matter to me?"
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Source: Gutenberg

Thomas Peckett Prest,  The String of Pearls; Or, The Barber of Fleet Street…

“ The girl had attended to the shop before for Mrs. Lovett at times when no batches of pies were expected from the regions below, so she did not feel at all surprised at the call upon her services.
"I shall be an hour," said Mrs. Lovett. "You can take a pie or two for yourself if you feel at all hungry; and if Mr. Todd should come in, say I'm gone to call upon a dress-maker in Bond-street."
"Yes, mum!"
Mrs. Lovett left the shop. At the corner of Bell-yard she turned and cast a glance at it.
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Source: Gutenberg

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