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
Nor was it until in the gray of the morning he had again viewed the bag
of gold and the casket of treasure, that he could feel entirely assured
that what had befallen him the night before was not an hallucination,
such as those that had pursued him throughout the troubled sleep from
which he had just aroused himself. It appeared to him incredible that
such strange occurrences could really have happened to him, and it was
above an hour before he could compose his mind to accept that which had
occurred.
Finding himself at the end of that time in no small degree exhausted
by the several instances of extreme excitement through which he had
just passed, and discovering that he was now assailed by a sharp
and vehement appetite, he determined to visit an oyster-bay at the
neighboring Oswego Market, where, so long as he had been able to obtain
the necessary credit, he had been in the habit of taking an occasional
meal. To this end, having extracted a piece of gold from the leathern
bag, and having carefully hidden the rest in a drawer of his bureau,
he sallied forth in quest of that with which to satisfy his appetite,
carrying with him, for the sake of safe keeping, the treasure casket of
jewels.
Having satisfied the immediate pangs of his appetite by a breakfast
of unusual elaborateness, and having nearly overwhelmed the keeper of
the oyster-bay with the proffer of a double eagle of gold, from which
he was requested to extract payment for the entertainment he had just
received, he returned home refreshed in body and in mind, with renewed
courage and possessed by a keen and vehement desire to follow out to
its end the adventure upon which he now found himself embarked.
Entering that bare and half-furnished apartment which he designated
his office and which opened into his bedroom beyond, he discovered a
stranger to be seated in a chair beside the desk, as though awaiting
his coming. As our hero entered, this stranger arose with a profound
salutation, and presented to our hero's view a person singularly
tall and slender, a face of coppery yellow, straight hair, a hooked
beak of a nose, and eyes of piercing blackness. He was clad with the
utmost care in clothes of the latest cut of fashion. His linen was
of immaculate whiteness, and the plaited frill of his shirt front
exhibited the nicest and most elaborate laundry-work imaginable.
In short, his costume was that of the most exquisite dandy. His
countenance--the singularity of its appearance enhanced by a pair of
gold ear-rings in his ears--was that of a remote foreigner of unknown
nationality.
Without giving our lawyer time for further observation, the stranger,
in the most excellent and well-chosen English, and with hardly a touch
of foreign accent, addressed him as follows:--
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