She uttered a piercing shriek.
"What's that?—what's that?" cried the boatmen.
The boat scraped against the side of the arch for a moment, and then shot through it with a terrific bound into the comparatively still water on the other side of the bridge.
"I'm afraid," said Todd, "that the lady has fallen overboard."
"Afraid!" cried one of the watermen. "Why, good God! don't you see she has; and there she goes, along with the stream. Pull away, Bill; don't you see her? There she goes!"
"Alas, poor thing!" said Todd.
Old London Bridge.—Todd Tries His Murderous Hand On Mrs. Lovett.
He affected to be overcome by his feelings, and to be compelled to rest his head upon his hands, while he kept his hot-looking blood-shot eyes fixed upon the form of Mrs. Lovett in the water.
And now a scene ensued of deep interest to Todd—a scene which he watched with the greatest attention. It was a scene upon the issue of which he felt that his life depended.