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"Not so, please your wisdom and valiancie he, he, he!" said Dwining with his usual chuckle, as he unscrewed the top of the pen, within which was a piece of sponge or some such substance, no bigger than a pea. "Now, mark this " said the prisoner, and drew it between his lips. The effect was instantaneous. He lay a dead corpse before them, the contemptuous sneer still on his countenance.
But here comes Bailie Craigdallie at last, with that poor, creeping, cowardly creature the pottingar. They have brought two town officers with their partizans, to guard their fair persons, I suppose. If there is one thing I hate more than another, it is such a sneaking varlet as that Dwining."
"The brute Bonthron," said Ramorny, "is startled at the apprehension of such a thing, and speaking of being rather willing to stand the combat. What think'st thou? He is a fellow of steel." "It is the armourer's trade to deal with steel," replied Dwining. "Were Bonthron to fall, it would little grieve me," said Ramorny; "though I should miss an useful hand."
Dwining viewed the naked stump with a species of professional satisfaction, enhanced, no doubt, by the malignant pleasure which his evil disposition took in the pain and distress of his fellow creatures. The knight just turned his eye on the ghastly spectacle, and uttered, under the pressure of bodily pain or mental agony, a groan which he would fain have repressed.
During this moment of delay, Ramorny whispered to Dwining: "Make in, knave, with some objection. This addition is one too many. Rouse thy wits, while I speak a word with Henshaw."
"Atheist, say'st thou?" answered Dwining. "Perhaps I have doubts on that matter but they will be soon solved. Yonder comes one who will send me, as he has done thousands, to the place where all mysteries shall be cleared." Catharine followed the mediciner's eye up one of the forest glades, and beheld it occupied by a body of horsemen advancing at full gallop.
"Only Master Dwining," replied the one who had first spoken, in a tone of acquiescence "our best helper in need! Then it must have been balm sure enough."
They thought her looking very pale, and Jane now and then reproached her with eating no more than a sparrow, and told her she was getting into a dwining way; but she made no answer, except that she 'could do her work. At last, one Sunday evening, when she had been left alone with the children, her mistress found her sitting at the foot of her bed, among the sleeping little ones, weeping bitterly but silently.
"Let me pass on, women," he said, "my art can only help the living the dead are past our power." "Nay, but your patient is upstairs the youngest orphan" Dwining was compelled to go into the house.
He held in his hand a little silver pen, with which he had been writing on a scrap of parchment. "Catharine," he said "he, he, he! I wish to speak to thee on the nature of my religious faith." "If such be thy intention, why lose time with me? Speak with this good father." "The good father," said Dwining, "is he, he! already a worshipper of the deity whom I have served.
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