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
Without calculation or concert, it struck each of the terrified
servants that they might make their way through the prisoner's room
down into Lord Danemore's apartments, where they hoped to find new
courage, or at least protection, from one to whom they had been.
accustomed to see all things yield in his vicinity. Each, then, rushed
towards the door, and, when they found it locked, pushed against it
with frantic vehemence. It shook--it yielded--the steps of the pursuers
were heard at the top of the stairs--another great effort was made; and
so sudden and violent was the rush, that the door gave way at once, and
darting in, the terrified servants found themselves in the presence not
only of Langford, but of the Earl himself.
"What is the meaning of all this?" exclaimed the Earl. But scarcely had
the words issued from his lips, and before he could receive any reply,
when the figures of several strange men, armed, and for the most part
disguised, appeared at the doorway and gave him some intimation of the
truth. No sooner did he behold this sight, than he sprang towards the
door which led to his apartments below, unlocked it, and calling to his
servants, "Follow me!" he darted down the stairs, leaving Langford to
act as he thought fit.
Franklin Gray paused but for a single instant for the purpose of
speaking a few hurried words to the prisoner, or rather spoke them as
he passed; "Quick!" he cried; "take possession of the papers if you
have not got them, and fly across the park down to Moorhurst, and
thence to London, where use your advantage, and hire the most knavish,
which means the best, of that great herd of knaves, called lawyers. I
must after yonder old man, or he will get to the alarum bell, and have
the whole county upon us."
"Stop, Gray, stop!" exclaimed Langford; "remember ----"
"I cannot stop! I cannot remember!" shouted Gray, sharply, in return,
and, darting towards the door, he rushed after the Earl, followed by
his band.
Langford, left alone, paused for a moment, as if to consider, and then
took the same path that the rest had done. The stairs were all in
darkness, but the lights from the rooms below, the noise of many
voices, of trampling feet, and of evident contention, guided him; and,
rushing on through the dressing-room, he came to the Earl's bed-room,
where the old man, having snatched up what weapons he could find, with
the terrified women clinging to his knees, and the three men armed in
haste around him, now stood like an ancient lion brought to bay. With
his white hair floating back from his face, and the fire of
unquenchable courage flashing from his eyes, with a pistol presented
towards Gray in one hand, and a drawn sword in the other, he leaned
forward ready and eager for the unequal strife; while the Robber, with
his band behind him, and his arms crossed upon his his broad chest,
stood gazing upon the old peer with a look, stern indeed, but not
devoid of admiration.
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