Eveline Mandeville : $b or, The horse thief rivalAddison, Alvin
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Eveline Mandeville : $b or, The horse thief rival
Addison, Alvin
Fiction
It might be supposed that she would feel little like sleep under the
circumstances by which she was surrounded; but having overheard part of an
aside conversation between Duffel and his confederates, in which he
mentioned meeting them at some place designated, and about something to be
done on the morrow, she felt assured of what she could not have been
certain on his own word merely, that he had business which would detain him
until the next day, and, consequently, would not return to molest her for
the present. She retired to the inner room, locked and bolted the door,
(she had not expected to find a bolt on the inside, and the fact that there
was one gave her a feeling of greater security,) then knelt down and
offered up a fervent prayer to heaven for protection, for shielding care
and final deliverance; after which she laid down, and composed herself to
rest. Her slumbers were peaceful and undisturbed, attended with pleasant
dreams; and she awoke, in the morning, as she supposed--for the light of
day never visited the dark recesses of her abode, which were lighted by
artificial means alone--much refreshed, with her spirits quite restored to
their former elasticity.
She went out into the other room, and selected a book for perusal; it
chanced to be a work on metaphysics, and after poring over its abstruse
pages for some time, she became drowsy, and finally fell into a dreamy
sleep. In her fitful slumbers, she was visited by a dream or vision of
extraordinary vividness, which made an indelible impression upon her mind,
because she felt personally interested in the characters that appeared
before her, and by alluding to the scenes, she might alarm the guilty soul
of her persecutor; so, at least, she hoped and believed; with what reason
we shall see hereafter.
* * * * *
After leaving the cave, Duffel hastened back to Mr. Mandeville's as fast as
his fleet steed could bear him. It was after dark before he drew up in
front of that gentleman's house, his horse covered with sweat and foam, and
well-nigh exhausted. It was his wish to be there before the father should
institute any search for his missing daughter, that he might succeed in
throwing the blame upon Hadley, in case the letters dropped for the purpose
of implicating him should not have fallen into the hands of the parent; and
with this view he had a story already made up, to the effect that some one
had seen the fugitives in their flight. As was his custom, he paused on the
outside of the house to listen, hoping by that means to obtain a knowledge
of affairs, and of the feelings of Mr. Mandeville relative to his
daughter's desertion or abduction as the case might be. He soon heard the
hurried footsteps of that gentleman, as, in his deep distress, he paced the
floor--heard, also, his broken exclamations and heavy groans, and the only
sentiment all these things awakened in his callous soul was expressed in
the unfeeling words spoken to himself, in thought:
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