The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807Pyle, Howard
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The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807
Pyle, Howard
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
"And now, my dear sir," resumed his interlocutor, "whether or not you
believe my story, you will, I am sure, perceive how important is the
commission I intrust to your keeping, and how well I am inclined to pay
you for all of your trouble. I trust, therefore, you will consider me
to be lacking neither in courtesy nor in hospitality if I beg you to
withdraw, and to return to your own house. So great is my threatened
danger that I dare not even accompany you to my cabriolet that is
awaiting you where we left it; but in lieu of myself I shall send with
you an attendant who is altogether attached to my interests, and who
will serve as a guard until you and your charge are safely ensconced in
your lodgings."
Thereupon he once more clapped his hands together. Again the same
mysterious attendant, who had before replied to the summons, appeared
in instant response, and, in obedience to elaborate directions
delivered in a foreign tongue, of which the young lawyer understood not
a single iota, bowed to our hero, and indicated that he was prepared to
accompany him upon his return.
With this concludes the first chapter of our narrative, with only
this to add, that our hero--under the escort of his singular
attendant--arrived safely at home, where he hid his treasure casket
under the bed, in the remotest corner of the room, until he could
otherwise dispose of it.
HERE FOLLOWS THE SECOND CHAPTER
CHAPTER TWO
The _Remarkable_ BEHAVIOR of the LAWYER'S _Second_ CLIENT.
As the ingenuous reader may readily imagine, what little remained of
that night was passed with no great ease or repose by our hero. But
little slumber visited his eyelids, and that little so disturbed by
vivid and diabolical visions of terror that he had better have remained
awake than to have fallen into so portentous a sleep. In a succession
of monstrous images he continually beheld his client distorted by the
most grotesque and fantastic pangs of dissolution; as continually he
was haunted by visions of the journey he was about to undertake; and
such phantoms were always accompanied by corresponding dreams of the
strong box of treasure.
In one of these tremendous visions he beheld himself searching in a
deep bed of sliding sand for the jewels which had been lost from the
overturned casket, while a dreadful form leaned out of the window of
the post-chaise upon the bank above, shrieking to him to hasten or it
would immediately perish.
It was from this portentous dream that he awoke to find the early
winter daylight struggling through the window-shades, and to an
immediate realization of the strange and inexplicable commission that
awaited him.
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