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Updated: May 14, 2025
Now all of my story that remains to tell took place in the next three hours, after Antoine left the house with a strange sense of wonder and confusion in his mind; so I must explain a little the situation of the young man the enmity of Bashley.
"Well, as long as everything's safe," said the pawnbroker's assistant, who leaned his elbows on the counter, so that his head was close to the partition; "but we've got a good deal here now, you know, and if the thing should be found out ." "Yah! who's to find it out?" retorted Bashley; "I tell you everything's ready, and the risk's mine.
See you not that this Monsieur Bashley, having a spite against us, and against monsieur your grandson " "Who and what are you?" again said the old man; "you talk as one of us speaking of monsieur my grandson. Has he seen you? do you know him? Your mother never saw him? she was Mon Dieu! what am I saying?" he added wildly. "Pray, pray delay not!" said the girl, clasping her hands.
Another moment, and a door clanged open, a torrent of air rushed up the well, and amidst shouts and cries, and the sound of falling glass, Bashley was smitten down, and handcuffed between two officers, who had been posted in the street, according to the instructions they had received from Peter Dobree.
But Bashley had been there, and the image of this young girl had roused his sordid fancy. Is it a wonder that he soon began to hate his young master? Antoine felt the warm blood in his face as he wrapped in a paper the few shillings that were due. "Do not come again on such an errand," he said. "I will call and see if your aunt is better, and will, if necessary, bring some more money myself."
Bashley had been only fifteen months in Dormeur's service, and yet he had come between the grandfather and Antoine, suggesting suspicions of the young man's probity, but so artfully that while he only seemed to hint at small blemishes, which he pointed out for the sake of the lad's future welfare, he left so much to be inferred that the old man had already a new trouble added to his load.
"So, that man of blague, that Bashley, is at the bottom of this also," he said presently. "Why did you send me away, and take that liar, that that ventrebleu that hyena?" "But what should it be true, Pierre? My heart is very heavy." "I tell you it is not true." "But about the girl? He said he could prove it.
Before she had spoken, and while she was yet in the shadow of the partition, she thought she recognized the voice of the person who was speaking as that of Bashley, and held her breath to listen, for a name was mentioned which sent the blood back to her heart and made her feel sick and faint.
The first thing that Antoine saw clearly, when they had all got into the house again, was his grandfather carrying a woman in his arms. The old man had darted down the stairs at the moment Bashley fired his pistol; but Sara had fainted. Poor child, she had been long without food, and her strength gave way amidst that awful scene.
Close to this lobby was a sliding panel, opening on a counter where the great scales hung for weighing the silk; and here weavers and winders gave in or took out their work from the "scale-foreman," whose name was Bashley one of those bad men who, with a bullying pretence of candour and honesty, contrive to impose even on the victims over whom they tyrannize, and at the same time, as it were, wrest from their superiors the acknowledgment that they are "rough diamonds."
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