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
So saying, he led the way to the house; but he said not one word to his
wife, either as they went or when they arrived. The boy Jocelyn,
however, was in the court-yard, holding the infant in his arms, who
seemed well pleased with his new nurse. But Mona, the moment she had
set her foot to the ground, sprang forward and caught the baby to her
heart, exclaiming, "and did she leave you, my sweet babe? Cruel, cruel
woman! She never had one, or she could not have left you;" and dewing
its smiling face with tears, she ran away with it into the house to
hide the emotions she could not restrain.
Had Franklin Gray witnessed that meeting between mother and child, the
dark suspicions that had fully taken possession of his mind might have
been banished at once; but he was talking with Harvey at the moment,
and remembered nothing but the many whispered messages which he had
seen brought by the maid from the prisoner above on the preceding day;
and keen and bitter were the feelings at his heart. He went on speaking
with Harvey, however, as if occupied with ordinary business.
"If he have not quitted the village before this time," he said, "he
will most likely not quit it till night, knowing that we shall be
waiting for him. But at all events the horses must have some rest and
food. I rather think that, as far as insuring our own safety goes,
Harvey, we might as well let him journey on his way, for depend upon it
by this time he has given full information of everything concerning us
to the people where he has stopped. However, I am determined, if
possible, to have him in my hands again. In the first place, to punish
him for what he has done; in the next place, to find out the truth of
some matters in regard to which I am not at ease."
He spoke calmly; there was no heat, nor haste, nor agitation in his
tone. On the contrary, it was unusually slow and distinct; but there
was a knitting of the dark heavy brow, a setting together of the white
teeth between every two or three words, which made Harvey, bold man and
daring as he was, shrink, as it were, within himself, at signs of deep
and terrible passions, the effects of which he knew too well.
"Perhaps," continued Franklin Gray, in an easier tone, "the possession
of this young lord's person might be made, too, a sort of surety for
the safety of the band. There is a ship, I find, sails for the port of
St. Malo in four days; and I have made such arrangements that I can
have what space in her I like. I should wish our brave fellows to keep
around me till that time; when those who like to go with me can; those
who love this cold land can remain. But if we get hold of this pitiful
boy, I shall deal with him as a hostage, and make his life the price of
no step whatsoever being taken against me and mine."
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