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
That he spoke truth was so evident, that Langford instantly determined
to say nothing more on the subject, though the disappointment caused
him a bitter pang. But it was useless to enter into any explanations
with the unhappy man before him; and with the usual calm decision of
his character he determined at once to apply himself, as far as
possible, to see what might be done to relieve and comfort him. If he
remained in England, his life would inevitably be sacrificed to the
law, notwithstanding his manifest insanity. He himself, under such
circumstances, could not even intercede in his favour, and the only
hope of saving him from public execution was to induce him to fly to
France, and by giving notice of his condition to some persons of
influence there, to obtain admission for him into the institution which
he himself had mentioned--namely, that of the Brothers of Charity at
Charenton, who devoted themselves to the care of persons in his unhappy
situation. All this passed through his mind in a moment, and he replied
to Franklin Gray at once, "Well, if it be so, it cannot be helped; but
now, Gray, to speak of yourself. You must be aware that you are here in
a very dangerous situation, surrounded by people who are pursuing you
for the express purpose of bringing you to the scaffold. Would it not
be much better for you to fly to France?"
Franklin Gray gazed in his face for a moment or two, then looked up to
the sky with a sort of half smile. "It would be better," he answered,
at length; "it would be better, and my passage is even taken in a ship
which is to sail, I think, in two days. But what am I to do with the
child?"
"Oh, I will provide means for its joining you," replied Langford: "it
shall be well taken care of."
"I have got a little boat, too, down there," said Gray, in a rambling
manner, "which would carry me to the ship in no time."
Langford looked at the boy Jocelyn with an inquiring glance; but the
youth shook his head, murmuring, in a scarcely audible tone, "There is
no boat."
Franklin Gray was evidently occupied with other thoughts. He put his
hand again to his head, and then, turning to Henry Langford, he said,
"Henry, we are old companions, and I will take you at your word.
Promise me, as a man and a soldier, that this babe shall be well taken
care of till he joins me. It is a sweet creature, and seldom, if ever,
cries. You will use it as your own, Henry, in every respect as your
own?"
"I will, indeed," replied Langford; "I will, indeed; but let us think
now how you can best be got off to the vessel."
But Franklin Gray went on thus:--"And poor Jocelyn, too," he said,
laying his hand upon the boy's head; "you will be kind to him, and
breed him as a soldier?"
"He had better go with you, Franklin," replied Langford.
"No," answered Franklin Gray, "No; I shall be better alone;" and at the
same time the boy whispered to Langford, "Humour him; humour him. I
will find means to follow him closely."
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