New York: Its Upper Ten and Lower Million — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
New York: Its Upper Ten and Lower Million
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And Herman, scarce knowing what he did, led the way to the small room
in the rear of the second floor,--the small room in which we first
beheld the Madam. He entered, followed by Dermoyne, who carefully
closed the door, and then, at a glance, surveyed the place. It looked
the same as when we first beheld the Madam. The shaded lamp stood on
the desk, describing a brief circle of light around it, while the rest
of the place was vailed in twilight. On the desk was the seal and the
pearl-handled pen, and beside it, was the capacious arm-chair.
"Come here," said Arthur, still in that low voice, but with the face
unnaturally pale, and the eyes flashing with steady and ominous light;
and he led the way to the desk. Barnhurst obeyed him without a word.
"To-morrow, at ten o'clock, we will return to this mansion," said
Dermoyne, fixing his eyes upon the affrighted visage of Barnhurst. "We
will return together, and if Alice yet lives, we will go away together;
but," he laid his right hand upon the forehead of the wretch,--or
rather placed his thumb upon the right temple, and his fingers on the
left,--"but, if Alice is dead, I will kill you at her bedside."
There was a determination in his tone,--in his look,--nay, in the very
pressure of the hand which touched Barnhurst's forehead; which gave a
force to his brief words, that no pen can depict.
Barnhurst fell on his knees, and his head sank on his breast. He had no
power to frame a word. He appeared conscious that he was in the hands
of his fate.
"Get up, get up, _my friend_!" and Arthur raised him from his knees and
placed him in a chair. (Now well we know that it would have been more
in accordance with the rules provided for novel writers, for Arthur
to have said, "Arise! villain!" but as he simply said, "Get up, _my
friend_!" applying a singular emphasis to the italicized words: we feel
bound to record his words just as he spoke them).
"I have a few words to say to you," said Arthur; "there's no use of
your shuddering when I speak to you, and of crying when I touch you.
You must listen to me and listen with all your senses about you. Why,
you were courageous enough to blaspheme God, when you used his religion
as the instrument of that poor girl's ruin: don't be afraid of me."
"When you leave this place, _my friend_, I will go with you. I will
put no restraint upon your actions; you can go where you please,
but wherever you go, I will go with you. I will not lose sight of
you, until the life or death of Alice Burney is assured. Yes, you
can go where you please, talk with whom you please, sleep, eat,
drink where it suits you, but everywhere _I will go with you_. We
will be together, side by side, until the life or the death of Alice
is certain,--together, always together, like twin souls,--do you
understand, my friend? Until we are assured of the fate of Alice, I
will be your _shadow_? Do you comprehend?"