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
Langford said little in reply, but what he did say was kind and tender;
and as soon as the carriage appeared; the Earl was placed in it, and
conveyed to the house of the clergyman of the village, who gladly
received his noble patron. Messengers were instantly sent off for
surgeons, but ere they arrived, Langford, who sat by his father's
bedside, saw with pain a bright red spot deepening every moment in the
Earl's cheek, announcing, as well as his burning thirst, that strong
fever was taking possession of him.
CHAPTER XXVI.
It is an awful thing to sit by the bed of sickness at any time; to see
that strange and inexplicable thing, animal life, oppressed and beaten
down like a crushed butterfly, waving its faint wings with the energy
of suffering, but not the freedom of health; to mark the quick
breathing, to gaze upon the anxious eye, to see the cheek, once florid,
grown pale and ashy, the lip parched and dry, the thin nostril
expanding for the insufficient breath, the hand suddenly blanched and
grown meagre, the uneasy frame tossing with the dire combination of
lassitude and restlessness; and to know that all these are signs of a
spirit approaching that dread portal, which, if once passed, can never
be passed again till the gates of life are thrown open for eternity!
It is an awful thing at any time! but when the being whom we see so
situated is dear to our heart by the ties of kindred or of love, it is
still more awful; and awful, trebly awful, is the scene, when the
creature that lies weighed down by sickness before our eyes is both
closely linked to our deepest feelings and tenderest natural
affections, and yet loaded, even more than by the weight of malady,
with faults and errors, and sins and crimes, which may render the dark
passing of that fearful porch of death, the eternal separation from all
who loved him on the earth.
The fire in Danemore Castle had burnt itself out. Part of the building
had been saved, and remained uninjured. The servants had taken
possession of it, and were using all means to prevent the fire from
breaking out again. The greater part of the peasantry had returned to
their homes, and few persons were seen in the park or on the terraces,
but here and there a straggling group of idlers gathered together from
the neighbouring country to gaze upon the scene of ruin and
destruction.
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