The String of Pearls (1850), p. 474

As the effects of her submersion wore off, and her ordinary strength came back to her, he mind became intently fixed upon but one object, and that was how to be completely and bitterly revenged upon Todd.
"He shall hang," she said. "He shall hang, but I must think of the means, while I likewise take care to avoid the gallows myself; but he shall hang, let the consequences be what they may."
The landlady of the public house was very assiduous in her attention to Mrs. Lovett, and while she was thus thinking of her revenge upon Todd, she (the landlady) made her appearance in the room with a steaming glass of mulled and spiced wine." I hope you are better/' she said ; u and if you will give me the name and address of your friends, I will send to them at once."
"Friends!" said Mrs. Lovett. "How came you to think that I had any friends?"
"Well, I hardly thought you were without. Don't most folks have friends of some sort or another?"
"Ah, I had forgotten. I have a friend with me&£8212;a very dear friend, who will not forsake me. I have more of them at home&£8212;for I have a home."
"Oh," thought the landlady, "she is raving."
"Bring me my stays," said Mrs. Lovett.
The stays, which, together with the rest of her apparel, now had got quite dry, was brought to her, and in a little secret pocket in them, Mrs. Lovett dived with her two fingers, and found a damp five pound note.
"Take that," she said, " for your trouble. I do not want any change. Only be so good now as to help me to dress, and tell me what the time is."
"Three o'clock," said the landlady, "and I'm sure you can't think how pleased I am that you are better. Do you really think you are strong enough to go home yet?"
"Yes. What I have to do at home will lend me strength, if I wanted it."
"Mrs. Lovett was soon dressed, and at her request a coach was sent for; and in the course of half-an-hour from the time that the landlady had asked her if she should send for her friends, she, Mrs. Lovett, was bowling along the dense thoroughfares of the city to her home.
"What pen could describe the dark and malignant thoughts that filled her brain as she proceeded? What language would be strong enough to depict the storm of passion that raged in the bosom of that imperious woman?
It must suffice, that she made herself a solemn promise of vengeance against Todd, let the risk or the actual consequences to herself be what they might.
If with perfect safety to herself she could be revenged upon him&£8212;of course she would; but she resolved not to hesitate, even if it involved a self-sacrifice, so full of the very agony of rage was she.
" He shall hang&£8212;he shall hang!"
Such were the words she uttered as the lumbering hackney-coach reached Fleet Street.
For all she knew to the contrary, Todd might be looking from his door, for that he had gone home in great triumph at the thought of having got rid of her she did not doubt; and so as it was just then a great object with her to keep him in that pleasant delusion, she got quite down among the straw at the bottom of the hackney-coach.
But she kept her eyes&£8212;those bright metallic-looking eyes, which, with a questinable taste, had been so much admired by the lawyers' clerks of the Temple and Lincoln's Inn&£8212;she kept her eyes just on the edge of the coach window, so that she might have a passing glance at Todd's shop.
Todd was at the door.
How pleased and self-satisfied he looked! He was rubbing his huge hands slowly together, and a grim smile was on his horrible features.
Mrs. Lovett clinched her hands until her nails made marks in the palms of them that did not come out for hours, and in a harsh growling voice, she said&£8212;