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
Here he discovered a very handsome cabriolet with red wheels, into
which, at the bidding of his companion, our young gentleman stepped,
the other following him and closing the door with a crash. Thereupon
the driver instantly whipped up his horses, and drove away at an
extremely rapid rate of speed.
The curtains of the window had been closed, so that our young lawyer
was entirely at a loss as to whither he was being conveyed, excepting
that the cabriolet continued rattling over the stony streets, and
that it turned several corners at an undiminished rate of speed. Nor
did his companion speak a word until the vehicle was drawn up to the
sidewalk with a suddenness that nearly precipitated our hero from
his seat. Almost instantly the door was opened, and the attorney,
following his conductor, stepped out upon the sidewalk at what appeared
to be the back gate of a considerable garden that partly enclosed the
back buildings of a large and imposing edifice standing at a little
distance, its outlines nearly lost in the obscurity of the night
beyond.
What with the many turnings of the conveyance that had brought him
thither, and what with the fruitless surmises and speculations as
to his destination, Griscombe was as entirely at a loss to tell
whither he had been fetched or what was the situation of the building
he now beheld as he would have been, had he been transported into
another world. Nor did his companion give him time for surmises or
suppositions; for, drawing forth from his breeches pocket a key, he
opened the gate, and immediately introduced our hero through a dark
and wind-swept garden and by the back door into the kitchen of the
residence, which was illuminated by the light of a single candle.
With no more illumination than this latter could afford, the stranger
thence led the way through the dark but richly furnished spaces of a
silent and sleeping house of palatial dimensions, until at the further
extremity of the building he finally conducted our young lawyer into a
large and nobly appointed library. Here a lingering fire of coals still
burned in the marble fireplace, diffusing a grateful warmth throughout
the apartment, at the same time lending a soft and ruddy illumination
by means of which our hero was able with but little difficulty to
distinguish the stateliness and profusion of his surroundings. The
heavy and luxuriant folds of rich and heavy tapestry sheltered the
windows; soft and luxuriant rugs of Oriental pattern lay spread in
quantities upon the floor; the walls were hung with paintings glowing
with color and of the most exquisite outlines; beautifully bound books
crowded the cases that surrounded the room, and the marble mantel
glistened with ormolu and crystal adornments.
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