. Charles Lever's novels. on for some coming event. My heart was in my mouth ; I gave a glance at thewindow; it was the third story, and a leap out wouldhave been fiital. What would I not have given for one ofthose weapons I had so proudly proclaimed myself pos-sessed of. There was not even a poker in the Ioom. Imade a spring at the bell-rope, and before he could inter-pose, gave one pull that, though it brought down the cord,resounded through the whole house. Time is up, Porringer, said he, slowly, as he replacedthe watch in his pocket, and grasped his murderous-looking cane. There was a larg
. Charles Lever's novels. on for some coming event. My heart was in my mouth ; I gave a glance at thewindow; it was the third story, and a leap out wouldhave been fiital. What would I not have given for one ofthose weapons I had so proudly proclaimed myself pos-sessed of. There was not even a poker in the Ioom. Imade a spring at the bell-rope, and before he could inter-pose, gave one pull that, though it brought down the cord,resounded through the whole house. Time is up, Porringer, said he, slowly, as he replacedthe watch in his pocket, and grasped his murderous-looking cane. There was a large table in the room, and I entrenchedmyself at once behind this, armed with a light cane chair,while I screamed murder in every language I could com-mand. Failing to reach me across the table, my assailanttried to dodge me by false starts, now at this side, now atthat. Though a large fleshy man, he was not inactive,and it required all my quickness to escape him. Thesemanoeuvres being unsuccessful, he very quickly placed a. He very quickly placed a chair the table, and mounted upon it. A JEALOUS HrSBAND. 117 cliair beside tlie table nnd mounted upon it. I nov,- hurledmy chair at him ; he warded off the blow and rushed on;■with cue spring I bounded nnder the table, reappearing atthe opposite side just as he had reached mine. Thesetactics we now pursued for several minutes, when myenemy suddenly changed his attack, and descending fromthe table, he turned it on edge : the effort requiredstrength. I seized the moment and reached the door; Itore it open in some fashion, gained the stairs—the court—the streets—and ran ever onward with the wildness ofone possessed with no time for thought, nor any know-ledge to guide ; I turned left and right, choosing only thenarrowest lanes that presented themselves, and at lastlast came to a dead halt at an open drawbridge, where acrowd stood waiting to pass. How is this ? Whats all the hurry for? Where are3-0U running this fashion?
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