A Knight of the Nineteenth CenturyRoe, Edward Payson
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A Knight of the Nineteenth Century
Roe, Edward Payson
Fiction
An expression of sharp pain crossed the young man's face; the sunshine
faded out of it utterly, and he said in a cold, constrained voice, as he
rose from the table:
"Oh, I forgot for a moment that I am a thief in the world's estimation."
"That last remark of mine was about equal to a kick, wasn't it?"
"A little worse."
"Ain't you used to 'em yet?"
"I ought to be."
"Why, do many speak out as plain as that?"
"They act it out just as plainly. Since you don't trust me, you had
better watch me, lest I put some cord-wood in my pocket."
"What do you want to do?"
"If the world is going to insist upon it that I am a scoundrel to the
end of the chapter, I want to find some deep water, and get under it,"
was the reckless reply.
"A-a-h! Didn't I say we respectable people and the devil was in
partnership over you? He wants to get you under deep water as soon as
possible, and we're all a-helpin' him along. Young man, I _am_ afraid of
you, like the rest, and it seems to me that I think more of my old duds
here than of your immortal soul that the devil has almost got. But I'm
goin' to spite him and myself for once. I'm goin' down town after the
evenin' paper, and, instead of lockin' up, as I usually do, I shall
leave you in charge. I know it's risky, and I hate to do it, but it
seems to me that you ought ter have sense enough to know that if you
take all I've got you would be jest that much wuss off;" and before
Haldane could remonstrate or reply he took a curiously twisted and
gnarled cane that resembled himself and departed.
CHAPTER XXIII
MR. GROWTHER BECOMES GIGANTIC
Haldane was so surprised at Mr. Growther's unexpected course that the
odd old man was out of the gate before the situation was fully realized.
His first impulse was to follow, and say that he would not be left alone
in circumstances that might compromise him; but a second thought assured
him that he was past being compromised. So he concluded to fall in with
his host's queer humor, and try to prove himself worthy of trust. He
cleared away his dinner with as much deftness as could be expected of
one engaging in an unusual task, and put everything in its place, or
what should be its place. He next found a broom, and commenced sweeping
the room, which unwonted proceeding aroused the slumbering cat and dog,
and they sat up and stared at the stranger with unfeigned astonishment.
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