Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
His face was white and chalky, with livid stains around the eyes and
mouth, the former of which were staring out of their orbits in a manner
ghastly to behold, while his lips were drawn asunder and away from his
teeth, as in the face of a mummy. He looked as if horror-struck at
the act he was attempting; and yet there was something devilish and
determined in his air, that increased my terror to ecstasy. I sprang
from the bed, threw myself on the floor, and, grasping his knees,
besought him to spare my life. There seemed indeed occasion for all my
supplications: his bloated and altered visage, the neglected appearance
of his garments and person, and a thousand other signs, showed that the
whole period of his absence had been passed in excessive toping, and
the murderous and unnatural act which he meditated manifested to what a
pitch of phrensy he had brought himself by the indulgence. As I grasped
his knees, he put his hand into his bosom, and drew out a poniard, a
weapon I had never before known him to carry; at the sight of which I
considered myself a dead man. But the love of life still prevailing, I
leaped up, and ran to a corner of the room, where I mingled adjurations
and entreaties with loud screams for assistance. He stood as if rooted
to the spot for a moment; then dropping his horrid weapon, he advanced
a few paces, clasped his hands together, fell upon his knees, and burst
into tears, and all the while without having uttered a single word. But
now, my cries still continuing, he exclaimed, but with a most wild and
disturbed look--"Father, I won't hurt you, and pray don't hurt _me_!"
By this time the housekeeper Barbara, having been alarmed by my
outcries, came into the chamber; and her presence relieving me of the
immediate fear of death, I gave vent to the horror that his unnatural
attempt on my life justly excited, and thus made the woman acquainted
with his baseness.
The poor old creature, who had always loved him, was greatly affected,
especially when, in reply to my reproaches, he began to talk
incoherently, admitting the fact, one instant attempting to justify
it by preferring some strange and incoherent complaint, and the next
assuring me, in the most piteous manner, that he would do me no harm.
To Barbara's upbraidings he replied with a like inconsistency; and when
she reproached him for meditating violence at such a moment, while I
was mourning the baseness of his brother, he paid little attention to
what she said, seeming not only ignorant of Ralph's delinquency, but
apparently indifferent to it.
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