Ada, the Betrayed; Or, The Murder at the Old Smithy. A Romance of PassionRymer, James Malcolm
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Ada, the Betrayed; Or, The Murder at the Old Smithy. A Romance of Passion
Rymer, James Malcolm
English fiction -- 19th century; Penny dreadfuls
The necessity for some immediate movement, in order to insure his
personal safety, now came strongly across the oppressed and wavering
mind of Gray, and hastily tearing down the bill from the tree, he
clasped his throbbing temples with his hands, and strove to reduce his
thoughts to order and consistency. That the bill-sticker had gone to
get assistance to apprehend him, was the frightful notion that never
for one instant left his mind, and without any definite notion of where
he was going, he went round the declivity of the hill, until he arrived
completely on the other side. The only means of concealment that there
presented itself was a thick hedge, but then he thought how very
insecure a place of refuge would that be, in the event of an active
search being made for him.
The country before him was level for a considerable distance, with only
here and there a small clump of trees. After some minutes more of
painful thought an idea suggested itself to him, which was very much in
accordance with his usual complicated habits of thought. That was, to
leave some portions of his apparel on the bank of the pond, to induce a
belief that he had drowned himself in its waters, and then to scramble
into one of the trees, and hide till nightfall among the branches.
This was the only feasible plan of escape that suggested itself to him,
for with his utter ignorance of the localities of the fields, an
attempt to cross them to the village would most probably be seen, and
but a short race in his exhausted and sickly state would ensure his
capture. “At night,” he thought, “I will venture to Learmont’s—it is my
only chance. I will then offer for a thousand pounds to deliver up Ada
to him, and he still supposing, probably, that nothing material has
happened, may consent, when I will find a means of leaving England for
ever, and mature at my leisure plans of revenge against them all. But
now most of all, Ada, will I mark you well. You, who have reduced me to
my present state, my bitterest malediction light upon you. I would, I
could have made you great and wealthy, but now I will devise some
finely woven scheme to revenge myself on those I hate, without missing
you.”
He then laid several articles of his clothing by the bank of the pond
to which he had walked, while the reflections we have worded were
passing through his brain. Then hastily repairing to one of the clumps
of trees we have mentioned, he with much difficulty and pain, for he
was sadly bruised, contrived to ascend it, and although the pangs of
hunger began, even now to harass him, he resolved that the shadows of
evening should shroud all things before he ventured from his retreat.
From his elevated position he now commanded a good view of the
surrounding country, and far down the hill he had first ascended, he
saw the forms of three persons rapidly approaching.
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