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The contagion of doubt had indeed spread like a plague over the entire company, and all for the want of a bath, a supper and a good night's rest. "Ah, here are Mr. and Mrs. Lupo," exclaimed Mr. Campbell in a tone of relief, as a man and woman approached down the gallery. "They are half Indians," he added in a low voice. "Mrs.
Lupo in particular engraved himself upon the memory of Christian, into whose large legs he thrust his claws, when the cheese-parings and scraps were not supplied him with sufficient promptitude. I never saw a hungrier and bolder cat. It made one fancy that even the mice had been exiled from this solitude.
"They have taken my wife away from me," he cried, shaking his fist at the women in the gallery. "They have given her money to leave me. I ain't so forgivin'." "Do you want to know the real reason why your wife left you?" said Richard in a tone of such conviction that Lupo was deceived into thinking this perfect stranger knew all about him. "She was afraid of you and your lawless ways.
"I will not seek to penetrate your scheme, Sir Giles," observed the old usurer; "but I would have you beware of Lanyere. He is cunning and determined." "He will scarcely prove a match for me, I think," observed the extortioner "but here he comes." And as he spoke, the promoter again entered the chamber, followed by Lupo Vulp, with a parchment under his arm.
At the time his refusal was attributed to high civic ideals, and he was lauded as a hero. Anyhow, he defied the Mafia, laid in a stock of revolvers and rifles, and rallied his friends around him. But the news got abroad that Lupo was after Patti, and there was a run on Patti's bank.
And without bestowing further notice on Jocelyn, who resisted all his neighbour's entreaties to him to sit down, Sir Giles advanced towards the middle chamber, where he paused, and took off his cap, having hitherto remained covered. In this position, he looked like a grand inquisitor attended by his familiars. Of Lupo Vulp, Captain Bludder, Clement Lanyere, and Sir Giles's other Myrmidons.
Lupo looked at him with an ugly expression, his eyes narrowing, as his wife's had done when she had approached Miss Campbell with the carving knife. "Who are you?" he asked. "I am a doctor." "Has anything happened? My wife, she is crazy when she is mad. Is that the reason why she ran away?" "Does your wife flourish carving knives?" Mr. Lupo retreated with a terrified expression.
"I'll shoot any man who comes up those steps," she called. The outlaws had gathered under the gallery now, holding their torches high and gazing with some curiosity at the women grouped above them. Miss Campbell stood with her arm around Phoebe's waist. Elinor and Mary were still at the window. Nancy was with Billie, and Alberdina crouched behind the barricade. Lupo fell back angrily.
You would be caught sooner or later, and do you think you'll get much sympathy with the court after one of these ladies, perhaps, has told the history of to-night's work? Fifteen years would be a short sentence. Your wife is right, I think. You're not a very safe companion." Lupo looked about him bewildered. Only one of the band remained: the watery-eyed innkeeper.
Lupo," she said, after she had sliced and buttered the bread and glancing up saw six eggs cooling in a pan. The silence was profound. "And we need more bread. Will you get me another loaf, please?" No reply. Mrs. Lupo was quietly stringing beans on a bench by the door of the lean-to which served the camp as a kitchen. "Did you hear what I asked?" demanded Billie.
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