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As soon as she was gone, Chowles took off his long black cloak, and, throwing it over the apprentice, laid him at full length upon the bench, and, assisted by Judith, carried him towards the choir. As they proceeded, Chowles called out, "Make way for one sick of the plague!" and the crowd instantly divided, and gave them free passage.
Chowles has been here more than two hours ask him whether he has seen any one." "Certainly not," replied Chowles. "There is no Amabel no Earl of Rochester here. You must be dreaming, young man." "The piper's daughter affirmed the contrary," replied Leonard. "She said she saw this woman admit them." "She lies," replied Judith, fiercely.
As he spoke, there was another peal of infernal laughter, and the strains of music grew louder each moment. "Come what may, I will see what it is," said Judith, emptying her glass, as if seeking courage from the draught. "Surely," she added, in a taunting tone, "you will come with me." "I am afraid of nothing earthly," rejoined Chowles "but I do not like to face beings of another world."
Presently they reached a door, which neither the apprentice nor Rainbird had observed before, and which admitted them into an extensive vault, with a short staircase at the further end, communicating with a passage that Leonard did not require to be informed was in another house. Here Chowles paused.
She saw too well, that if they could not effect their retreat instantly, their fate was sealed. "The door of the vault!" she cried, pointing towards it, "where is the key? where is the key?" "I have not got it," replied Chowles, distractedly, "I cannot tell where to find it." "Then we are lost!" cried Judith, with a terrible execration.
Marching unceremoniously into the shop, the searchers desired to see the sick man; and the apprentice then perceived that one of the men in black cloaks was the coffin-maker, Chowles. He could not, however, refuse him admittance, and led the way to the grocer's chamber.
Rochester beat his drum, and the other representatives of mortality who were provided with musical instruments struck up a wild kind of accompaniment, to which Chowles executed the most grotesque flourishes. So wildly excited did he become, and such extravagances did he commit, that even Judith stared aghast at him, and began to think his wits were fled.
Still, no one was to be seen. "I begin to think Nizza cannot be here," said the apprentice; "but I am resolved not to depart without questioning Chowles on the subject." "You must find him first," rejoined Rainbird. "If he is anywhere, he must be in the cellar, for we have been into every room in this part of the house. For my own part, I think you had better abandon the search altogether.
And chancing to perceive a fork, dropped by Chowles in his hasty retreat, he snatched it up, and, brandishing it over his head, advanced towards him. Thus threatened, Chowles tossed him a rich suit of livery. "These are not mine," said the apprentice, gazing at the habiliments. "They are better than your own," replied Chowles, "and therefore you ought to be glad of the exchange.
Lead me to her hiding-place without more ado." "If you know where it is," rejoined Chowles, who now perceived the trick that had been practised upon him, "you will not want me to conduct you to it. Neither Nizza nor Sir Paul Parravicin are here." "That is false, prevaricating scoundrel," cried Leonard. "My companion and I saw you enter the house with your profligate employer.
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