The String of Pearls (1850), p. 390

"Be of good cheer," said a deep-toned voice.
She looked up, and saw Sir Richard Blunt.
"You here, sir?"
"Yes, Johanna. I have been now for some time watching Todd's shop from our friends first-floor window. I saw you dart across the road, and for the moment feared something had gone wrong. Did Todd get two letters ?"
"He did."
"They will, I hope, keep him quiet until another night. Dare you go back again, Johanna, to that place?''
"Yes, if it be necessary; but he has told me to sleep out, and the gust of pleasure I felt at the permission, almost, I fear, betrayed me."
"He came to the door and looked furiously after you, but he did not see which way you had come. You were over here like a flash of light."
"He would have had me back again, then?—What could that be for?"
"At all events, you shall not go until the morning, and not then, unless after a night's rest here you feel that you can do so with a good heart."
"Oh yes, I will fulfil my mission."
"Todd is putting up his shutters,'' said the fruiterer, as he came in from his front shop.
"Ah, then the secret is out," said Sir Richard Blunt. "That is what he wanted you back for, Johanna. He had forgotten at the moment all about the shutters, you may depend. I am glad he spared you the trouble, at any rate. I do not like you to perform any service for such a rank villain as he is."
"It would not have been for him, sir."
"For who, then ?"
"For the dead. I feel that I am bound to bring to justice the murderer of Mark Ingestrie. When I was here last, sir, you strove to comfort me, by making me feel a sort of hope that he was not dead, but I cannot think that—would that I could, but indeed I cannot, sir."
"Do not be too sure, Johanna."
"Nay, look at that."
She laid before the magistrate the sleeve of the jacket that she had found at Todds, and which fancy, for she certainly had no proof that way tending, told her had belonged to Mark Ingestrie.
"What is this?"
"Look at it, sir. My heart tells me it was his!"
"And so you suppose there was never but one sailor's jacket with ivory buttons on the wrist in the world, and never any one who wore one, but Mark Ingestrie?"
"Nay, the place in which it was found brings conviction."
"Not at all. Do you forget there was such a person as Thornhill in the world, Johanna?"
"No; but why will every one persist in fancying Thornhill and Ingestrie to be two persons, when I am convinced they were but one? Let who will identify this as part of Thornhill's apparel, and I will weep for Mark."
"I cannot just now shake this supposition."
"You never will."
"If I live I will, Johanna, I give you my word for so much. Pray who is the best to judge of such things? You, a young girl who have seen little or nothing of the world, and whose natural apprehension is rendered obscure by the conflict of your affections, or I whose business it is to come to an accurate conclusion of such matters? I repeat my conviction, that Thornhill was not Mark Ingestrie." .
"Oh, if I could think so!"
"You will."
"You have no doubt, sir, but Thornhill perished by the hand of Todd?"
"None whatever."
Johanna looked deeply affected.