The Price of Blood: An Extravaganza of New York Life in 1807 — John Shaqi
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
"I would have you," said the miserable man, "convey my daughter, upon
your return to New York, in the post-chaise which brought you hither.
With her I will send a quantity of jewels similar to those which you
brought to me. These I will place in a strong box, and that again in
a portmanteau of such a convenient size that you can easily take it
into the post-chaise with you. These jewels comprise a large part of
my fortune; and with them my daughter, should she be called upon to be
separated forever from her unhappy father, can easily live in affluence
and luxury. She, together with this treasure, you are to carry to a
M. de Troinville, who has for a long while been the agent both of my
brother and of myself, and who is under considerable obligation to us.
With you I shall send to that gentleman a letter of full instruction;
and, as soon as you have delivered that and my daughter into his
hands, your responsibility shall be at an end, and you will have the
satisfaction of knowing that you have relieved the anxiety of one who
has probably only a day or maybe a few hours to live, and who would
otherwise have found his last moments upon earth to have been blighted."
"So be it," said Griscombe, after a moment or two of consideration. "I
accept the commission."
"Sir," said Mr. Desmond, "you have won the eternal gratitude of the
most miserable man upon the earth." And, as he spoke, he made as though
he would have embraced our hero.
"Nay," said Griscombe, "I do not choose to accept your caresses. You
owe me no gratitude; for, upon my word, I declare that what I do is
only for the sake of your daughter, and that, except for her, I would
leave you to a fate which in no wise concerns me, and which, from your
own confession, you appear in no small degree to have merited. Prepare
your letter to M. de Troinville; and in the mean time, by your leave, I
will wait in some other apartment of your house than this."
"You are," said Mr. Desmond, "neither polite nor sympathetic. But
let it pass. I find myself obliged to accept your services, however
unwillingly they may have been offered."
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