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And he forced a harsh and discordant laugh. "Give me the bottle," rejoined Judith, sternly, "and don't grin like a death's head. I don't like to see the frightful face you make." "It's the first time you ever thought my face frightful," replied Chowles, "and I begin to think you are afraid." "Afraid!" echoed Judith, forcing a derisive laugh in her turn; "afraid of what?"
I well know I am past all forgiveness. No," he added, with a fearful imprecation, "since Nizza is alive, I will not die." "Right, Sir Paul, right," rejoined Chowles; "put a bold face on it, and I will answer for it you will get over the attack. Have no fear of Judith Malmayns," he added, in a significant tone. "However she may treat others, she will cure you."
Repeating his injunctions to Chowles in a severe tone, the doctor followed; and seeing her take the way towards Saint Paul's, proceeded at a brisk pace along Paternoster-row with the apprentice. In a few minutes they reached Wood-street, and knocking at the door, were admitted by Blaize. "Heaven be praised, you are come at last!" exclaimed the porter.
The exhibition witnessed by Chowles and Judith was a rehearsal of the masque intended to be represented in the cathedral on the following night. Again marshalling his band, the Earl of Rochester beat his drum, and skipping before them, led the way towards the south door of the cathedral, which was thrown open by an unseen hand, and the procession glided through it like a troop of spectres.
"What, is the old miser gone at last?" exclaimed Chowles, with an atrocious laugh. "But how shall I get paid for a coffin?" "You may pay yourself with what you can find in the house," replied Mother Malmayns; "or you may carry him to the grave without one, if you prefer it." "No, no, that won't do," returned Chowles.
"Advance a footstep," rejoined Leonard, who had never relinquished his grasp of Chowles, "and I pass my sword through this man's body. Speak, villain," he continued, in a tone so formidable that the coffin-maker shook with apprehension "is she here or not?" Chowles gazed from him to the knight, whose deportment was equally menacing and appeared bewildered with terror.
"You won't be able to help yourself then," returned Judith. "Eh!" exclaimed Chowles, shifting uneasily on his seat. "Don't be afraid," returned Judith, laughing at his alarm. "I'll take every care of you. We are necessary to each other." "So we are," replied Chowles; "so we are; and if nothing else could, that consideration would make us true to each other." "Of course," assented Judith.
"We will see to that," said Jonas, approaching him behind, and dealing him so severe a blow on the head that he stretched him senseless on the ground? "Shall we throw him into the pit?" he added to Chowles. The latter hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, no, it is not worth while. It may bring us into trouble. We have no time to lose."
"Of course not," rejoined Chowles; "on this occasion it is all yours. The Dance of Death is too much to my taste to be given up." Perceiving they were noticed, Chowles and Judith then left the Convocation House, and returned to the vault in Saint Faith's, nor did they emerge from it until late on the following day.
"Nay, I don't know," replied Chowles; "only I feel a little uncomfortable. What if we should not be able to breathe here? The very idea gives me a tightness across the chest." "Silence!" cried Judith, with a fierceness that effectually insured obedience to her command.
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