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He drew aside Gawtrey, and whispered him, as usual, for some moments. Gawtrey nodded his head, and then said aloud "To-morrow we shall talk without reserve before my young friend. To-night he joins us." "To-night! very well," said Birnie, with his cold sneer. "He must take the oath; and you, with your life, will be responsible for his honesty?" "Ay! it is the rule."
Let us fly! far to the New World to any land where our thews and sinews, our stout hands and hearts, can find an honest mart. Men, desperate as we are, have yet risen by honest means. Take her, your orphan, with us. We will work for her, both of us. Gawtrey! hear me. It is not my voice that speaks to you it is your good angel's!" Gawtrey fell back against the wall, and his chest heaved.
But that respectable personage kept his furtive watch upon Giraumont and Gawtrey, who appeared talking together, very amicably. The younger novice of that night, equally silent, seated towards the bottom of the table, was not less watchful than Birnie. An uneasy, undefinable foreboding had come over him since the entrance of Monsieur Giraumont; this had been increased by the manner of Mr. Gawtrey.
I know that poor Will Gawtrey gave this lad the address of Old Gregg, a friend of mine. So after watching Sharp off the sly, I went that very night, or rather at two in the morning, to Gregg's house, and, after brushing up his memory, I found that the lad had been to him, and gone over afterwards to Paris in search of Gawtrey, who was then keeping a matrimony shop.
Gawtrey began again: "You have had a bad accident, seemingly, Monsieur Giraumont. How did you lose your eye?" "In a scuffle with the gens d' armes the night Bouchard was taken and I escaped. Such misfortunes are on the cards." "C'est juste: buvez, donc, Monsieur Giraumont!" Again there was a pause, and again Gawtrey's deep voice was heard. "You wear a wig, I think, Monsieur Giraumont?
Not yet aware of this truth, nor, indeed, in the least suspecting Gawtrey of worse offences than those of a charlatanic and equivocal profession, the young man mused over his protector's cowardice in disdain and wonder: till, wearied with conjectures, distrust, and shame at his own strange position of obligation to one whom he could not respect, he fell asleep.
His faculty of observation, which was very acute, had detected something false in the chief's blandness to their guest something dangerous in the glittering eye that Gawtrey ever, as he spoke to Giraumont, bent on that person's lips as he listened to his reply. For, whenever William Gawtrey suspected a man, he watched not his eyes, but his lips.
"She would not leave papa she would not go that she would not!" "It is always so," whispered Gawtrey to Morton, in an abashed and apologetic voice. "It is so difficult to get away from her. Just go and talk with her while I steal out."
"Bah! what would you think of a battle? Come to our eyrie: the carcasses are gone." Morton looked fearfully round the vault. He and Gawtrey were alone. His eyes sought the places where the dead had lain they were removed no vestige of the deeds, not even a drop of blood.
At the same instant Gawtrey sprang upon the table, his black frown singling out from the group the ashen, cadaverous face of the shrinking traitor. Birnie had darted from the table he was half-way towards the sliding door his face, turned over his shoulder, met the eyes of the chief. "Devil!" shouted Gawtrey, in his terrible voice, which the echoes of the vault gave back from side to side.
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