. Shrewsbury; a romance . ith whatever it is you have there, audno tricks! He had a way with him Avheu he spoke in that tone,not loudly but between his teeth, his eyes at the same timegrowing towards one another, that was worse than Fer-gusons pistol; and I was alone with him in an emj^tyhouse. Some, who would have done what I did, mayblame me; but in the main the world is sensible, and Ishall forfeit no prudent mans esteem when I confessthat, after one attempt at evasion which he met byAvrenching my coat open, and thrusting me against theAvail so violently that my head spun again, I gave upth
. Shrewsbury; a romance . ith whatever it is you have there, audno tricks! He had a way with him Avheu he spoke in that tone,not loudly but between his teeth, his eyes at the same timegrowing towards one another, that was worse than Fer-gusons pistol; and I was alone with him in an emj^tyhouse. Some, who would have done what I did, mayblame me; but in the main the world is sensible, and Ishall forfeit no prudent mans esteem when I confessthat, after one attempt at evasion which he met byAvrenching my coat open, and thrusting me against theAvail so violently that my head spun again, I gave upthe letter. I warn you! I warn you! I cried, in a paroxysm ofrage and grief. It is for the Duke of Berwick, and ifyou open it For the Duke of Berwick? he answered, pausingand gazing at me with his finger on the seal. Why,you fool, why did you not tell me that before? Fromwhom ? From that scum, Ferguson ? From the Duke of Shrewsbury, I cried, renderedreckless by my rage. What? he cried, in a voice of extraordinary NOW Wli WILL HAVE THAT LETTER, IF YOU PLEASE 15 SHREWSBURY 227 From the Duke of Shrewsbury, I repeated; think-ing that he had not understood me. My God! he said, with a deep breath. And haveI caught the fox at last! You are more likely to be caught yourself! I an-swered, furiously. Nevertheless, his words were a puzzle to me; but histone of slow growing, almost incredulous triumph toldsomething. Taking very little heed of me, and merelysigning to me to follow him, he sprang up the stairs,and opening a door led the way into a back- room bareand miserable, but lighted by the last yellow glow of thewestern sky. It was possible to read here, and without amoments hesitation he broke the seal of the letter, andtearing the packet open, read the contents. That the perusal gave him immense satisfaction hisface, which in the level light, cast by the window, seemedto gleam with unholy joy, was witness, no less than hismovements. Flourishing the letter in uncontrollablee
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