The String of Pearls (1850), p. 441

they say they must do something, without having a very clear notion of what it is to be; but as he at length fixed his eye upon that piece of machinery, far up to the roof, by which the batches of pies went up to the shop, and by which flower and butter and other matters, always excepting meat, found their way down to him, an idea took possession of him.
What that idea was will show itself in another place.

MR. LUPIN CRUSHES THE CORPSE TO MAKE ROOM FOR HIS MURDERED WIFE.
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CHAPTER C.
TODD TAKES HIS LAST WALK UP FLEET STREET AND TO BELL YARD.

The twelve o'clock batch of pies went up, and down came the little missive of Mrs. Lovett respecting the four o'clock lot to the cook; but no Mrs, Lovett made her appearance, to relieve Mrs. Stag from her duties in the shop.
"Ah," said that elongated lady, "it's all very well of Mrs. L. to say she