Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
'Why,' said Alice, 'I had quite forgotten. I have something that may
bring money.' She pulled from her neck a black ribbon on which was
a little leathern bag. 'Tis the ring the Duke gave me at Ilchester
long ago. I have never parted with it. "God grant," he said, when
he gave it to me, "that it may bring thee good luck!" Will the ring
help, Barnaby?'
I took it first from her hand.
'Why,' I said, 'it is a sweet and costly ring. Jewels I know and
have studied. If I mistake not, these emeralds must be worth a great
sum. But how shall we dispose of so valuable a ring in this place,
and without causing suspicion?'
'Give it to me.' Barnaby took it, looked at it, and laid it, bag
and all, in his pocket. 'There are at the port merchants of all
kinds, who will buy a ship's cargo of sugar one minute and the next
will sell you a red herring. They will also advance money upon a
ring. As for suspicion, there are hundreds of convicts and servants
here. 'Tis but to call the ring the property of such an one, and no
questions will be asked. My friend John Nuthall, the carver, shall
do this for us. And now, Sis, I think that our business is as good
as done. Have no fear; we shall get away. First get Robin well, and
then'----Here Barnaby gazed upon her face with affection and with
pity. 'But, sister, understand rightly: 'tis no child's play of hide
and seek. 'Tis life or death!--life or death! If we fly, we must
never come back again! Understand that well.'
'Since we are in the Lord's hands, brother, why should we fear?
Take me with you; let me die, if you must die; and if you live I am
content to live with you, so that my husband never find me out.'
CHAPTER XLIV.
A SCARE.
There is between the condition of the mind and that of the body an
interdependence which cannot but be recognised by every physician.
So greatly has this connection affected some of the modern
physicians, as to cause doubts in their minds whether there be any
life at all hereafter, or if, when the pulse ceases to beat, the
whole man should become a dead and senseless lump of clay. In this,
they confuse the immortal soul with the perishable instruments of
brain and body, through which in life it manifests its being and
betrays its true nature, whether of good or ill.
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