The Robber, A Tale.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Robber, A Tale.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 17th century -- Fiction
"No threats, Franklin," replied the other: "you should know that
threats avail not with me. I thank you deeply for all your kindness,
Franklin; but neither gratitude nor menaces can lead me blindfold.
Years have passed since, in the same high and noble cause, and under
the same great good man, we fought together on the banks of the Rhine;
and you seem to have forgotten that even then, boy as I was, neither
threats nor persuasions would move me to do anything I judged--though,
perhaps, falsely--to be really wrong. A change has come over you, Gray;
but no change has come over me. I am the same, and will remain the
same."
"Did you not promise to leave the conduct of this to me?" cried his
companion. "Did you not promise to submit to my guidance therein? But
never mind! I give you back your promise. Break it all off! Let us
part. Go, and be a beggar. Lose all your hopes, and leave me to follow
my own course. I care not! But I will not peril my neck for any dastard
scruples of yours."
"Dastard!" exclaimed the other, taking a step towards him, and half
drawing his sword out of the sheath with the first impulse of
indignation, while his brow contracted, so as to cover entirely the
deep scar between his eyes. "Dastard! such a word to me!"
"Ay, to you, or any one," replied Franklin Gray, laying his hand upon
the hilt of his sword also, as if about to draw it instantly, while his
dark eye flashed and his lip quivered under the effects of strong
passion.
The next impulse, however, was to gaze for a moment in the countenance
of his young opponent; the expression of anger passed away; and
withdrawing his hand from the hilt, he threw his arms round the other,
exclaiming, "No, no, Harry! We must not quarrel! We must not part! at
least not till I have fulfilled all I promised. I have nursed you as a
baby on my knee; I have stood beside you when the bullets were flying
round our heads like hail; I have lain with you in the same prison; and
for your own sake, as well as for those that are gone, I will serve you
to the last; but you must not forget your promise either. Leave this
matter to me, and, on my soul. I will use no violence, I will shed no
blood, except in our own defence! Even then they shall drive me to the
last before I pull a trigger."
"Well, well," replied the other, "I will trust you, Franklin, though I
have had many a doubt and hesitation lately."
"Did you not promise your mother on her death-bed," demanded the other,
straining both his companion's hands in his--"did you not solemnly
swear to her to follow my suggestions, to put yourself under my
guidance till the enterprise was achieved?"
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