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
"Not so, sir," replied the Earl; "not so. It may be my purpose to
punish as well as to dismiss; but ere I do either, I shall take care to
learn in what degree she has betrayed me. But to turn, sir, from your
idle affectation of insight into my secrets to your equally empty boast
of power, let me tell you, that though you may have been placed in a
room reserved for years to myself, and though in that room all my most
private papers may be preserved, you are as impotent to get possession
of them as a blind man to tell the hour by the sun-dial."
"My lord, you are mistaken," replied Langford, calmly; "I am not so
powerless in that respect as you imagine. I have had them now for two
days at my will and pleasure to take or to leave. I have them now at my
disposal; but I had determined to use all gentle and reasonable means
first, to urge you by every persuasion to do justice, and only in the
end to do myself right in your presence, and before your face. You have
come now most opportunely, and I will not suffer the occasion to pass;
but in the first instance let me once more entreat you to do a tardy
act of justice, ere you force me to things most unpleasant to me."
The Earl had gazed upon him as he spoke with an expression of some
surprise and doubt; so tranquilly confident was the tone and manner of
one whom he had believed to be entirely in his power. At the last
words, however, his brow gathered again into a frown; and he replied,
"I am not to be menaced sir; I tell you, you shall never have them; and
such menace puts them further from your reach than ever."
"My lord, I use no menaces," replied Langford; "my wish, my only wish,
is to persuade. Oh, consider, sir! Here you now stand at the verge of
age, touching upon that cold season when the only consolation for
declining years, the wintry sunshine of our being's close, is a clear
conscience and the memory of good deeds. If, alas! you are deprived of
the power of looking back upon many such actions--nay, hear me out. If
there be in the past much that is painful, much that you would fain
forget, much that can never be repaired, remember, oh remember! that
what cannot be repaired may often be atoned. Thus, in one instance at
least, the means of atonement are in your own power, and to seize upon
them in every instance is the only way to bring back even a portion of
that calm serenity of heart which once you knew in days of innocence,
but which I feel too sure has long departed from your bosom."
"Sir, I never knew it," burst forth the Earl; "my life has been made up
of passions and regrets; and as it began, so shall it close."
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