. Lewis Arundel; or, The railroad of life . rvous; its hard lines for you, poor fellow, sittingup at nights like this !— There it is agen ! interrupted Joe ; by its in thorse box, he continued, listening attentively. Them thieves cant be come aready, sore ! And heedless of Marys assurancesthat it was nothing,—and her entreaties to remain only onemoment longer,—the gioom, now thoroughly excited, leapeddown from the window, and rushed back into the stable. With the speed of thought, the girl sprang to the door, atwhich she had previously tapped, and stooping her head to thekey-hole, listened eag
. Lewis Arundel; or, The railroad of life . rvous; its hard lines for you, poor fellow, sittingup at nights like this !— There it is agen ! interrupted Joe ; by its in thorse box, he continued, listening attentively. Them thieves cant be come aready, sore ! And heedless of Marys assurancesthat it was nothing,—and her entreaties to remain only onemoment longer,—the gioom, now thoroughly excited, leapeddown from the window, and rushed back into the stable. With the speed of thought, the girl sprang to the door, atwhich she had previously tapped, and stooping her head to thekey-hole, listened eagerly. The first thing that met her ear wasa volley of abuse fiom Joe, accompanied by heavy blows struckagainst wood or iron; then a noise, as oif a door being burstopen; next, broken curses, dull muffled strokes, ejaculations ofrage or pain, the sound of trampling feet, a crushing heavy fall,and then total silence ! What had happened ? She placed her eye to the key-hole,but could see nothing. Slie listened,—but the throbbing of her. r/7 77^^ .</ %.. OR; THE RAILROAD OF LIFE. 541 owu heai-t was the only thing she could hear : for the first time,the fearful idea occurred to her, that by her treacherous dealingshe might have occasioned her lovers death; and, regardless ofconsequences, she was about to start up and summon assistance,when a mans hand was laid on her shoulder, and a gruff voiceexclaimed :— So this is the way my grooms are tampered with !—I wassure I heard talking going on;—hold up your head, you jade,and let us see what youre like ; nay, its no use to struggle,—Ive got you fast enough, and see who it is I will. So saying, Mr. Slaugsby the trainer drew the girl towards him,and forcibly raising her head, threw the light of a bulls-eyelantern full on her features. • Ha ! little Mary Williams, hecontinued, and what brings you here, at this time of night, youartful hussey? Oh ! Mr. Slangsby, pray open the door, sir; I—Im afraidtheyve been and mur
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