Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
When the evening came, Tom commenced operations. He applied the liquid
as directed, which soon corroded the iron at the bottom. The sides and
tops were more difficult, but their partial destruction was in time
accomplished; and, when the eventful evening came, he had little
difficulty in removing the grating. It was, of course, only injured at
the ends; and, as the window was oblong, by altering the position of the
grating, he obtained a substance sufficiently strong to which he
attached the rope-ladder. Getting up to the window, he placed the
grating reversed in the inside, and threw the ladder on the outside. To
soften the fall of the iron after he had descended, he placed his
mattress and bedclothes below; and having thus made every preliminary
arrangement, with the first stroke of twelve he commenced his descent;
and, ere the last had died upon the breeze, the ground was reached in
safety.
A figure, enveloped in a cloak, approached hurriedly, and whispered,
"follow!" He tossed a bundle to the fugitive, then turned to the left.
The order was obeyed; and, after the lapse of an hour and a-half, Tom
found himself in a wood, and the stranger, opening a dark
lantern--sliding shades at the side of which had previously been pulled
down--disclosed to the eyes of Vallance the features of his agent,
Mortlake.
The bundle was untied, and Tom found it to contain a capacious wrapper,
a shawl, and bonnet with a veil. Those Tom was required to put on, and
this matter being accomplished, the journey was resumed, and in about
two hours they arrived at a small hamlet or village, where they found a
gig waiting for them. Mortlake then addressed his companion:--"My dear
Emily! be more composed--never mind your father--I will write to him,
and all will yet be put to rights."
Tom, who had been previously instructed, spoke "small like a woman;"
and, after some affected coyness, entered the carriage, when the parties
drove off, leaving the man who had taken charge of the vehicle under the
evident conviction that the strange man was a sad blackguard, and that
the veiled lady was some unfortunate young woman who had been deluded
away by his devices.
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