Cruel as the graveSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Cruel as the grave
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
"I locked his door on the outside, and took away the key, to make the
farmer or any of the family, if they should go into his room to see why
he slept so long, think that he had locked himself in. For the rest I
shall stay here and pretend to sleep very late myself. In fact I shall
sleep until they wake me up, and then I shall be very angry, and tell
them they had better not play that game on Mr. Purley, as he would be in
a fury if his rest should be broken. And so I will guard these two rooms
from intrusion, and your escape from being discovered, as long as I
possibly can."
"But when it shall be discovered, my poor fellow, will you not get
yourself into trouble?" inquired Lyon.
"Even if I should, what will my trouble be to this lady's? But at worst
I shall only be cussed by old Purley, and turned out of my place by the
sheriff; and as I'm used to being cussed, and don't like my place, it
don't matter."
"And in any case, you shall be well rewarded, dear Bob. Not that such a
service as you are about to render us _can_ ever be adequately rewarded;
but, as far as--"
"Oh, dear Madam, don't speak of reward! I owe you a debt of gratitude,
which I am glad to pay. I have told you what I _have_ done, and what I
shall do, to relieve you of anxiety; and now we had better quietly leave
the house. Are you ready?" inquired Munson.
"We have been quite ready for these two hours, in anticipation of your
help."
"Come, then; but come very silently, though there is not the slightest
danger, either, of our being heard. The farmer is a beer swiller, and
sleeps heavily, and his women folks all sleep up in the garret. I saw
them all go up myself; they passed with their candle, as I lay on the
pallet," whispered Munson, as he quietly led the way out into the hall
and softly closed and locked the door, and withdrew the key.
"It is just as well to do this, to guard against the chance of any one
opening the door while I am gone," he added, as he softly preceded the
party down the stairs.
He silently opened the front door, and they passed out into the free
air.
A watch-dog that lay upon the mat outside got up and wagged his tail,
and laid down again, as if to express his willingness that any inmate
might leave the house who wished to do so, though no stranger should
enter it except over his dead body.
"Sensible dog!" said Munson, as with more precaution he closed and
locked the outer door, and took that key also with him.
"You must not attempt to escape with your wagon; but must ride your
horses, which will be much more efficacious both for swiftness and for
their ability to go through places where you could not take a wagon,"
said Munson, as they walked across the farm-yard.
But when they drew near the stable, they were set upon by a couple of
watch-dogs, who, barking furiously, barred their farther progress.
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