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I shrouded myself in one corner of the room, and counted the dull minutes till the daylight dawned. I pass over the detail of my recital the experiment partially succeeded would to God that it had not! would that she had gone down to her grave with her dreadful secret unrevealed! would but " Here Glanville's voice failed him, and there was a brief silence before he recommenced.
My hopes too those flatterers, so often the pleasing antitheses of reason, whispered that this was not the pledge of a guilty man; and yet he had said to Lady Roseville, that he did not wonder at my estrangement from him: such words seemed to require a less favourable construction than those he had addressed to me; and, in making this mental remark, another, of no flattering nature to Glanville's disinterestedness, suggested itself; might not his interference for me with Lord Dawton, arise rather from policy than friendship; might it not occur to him, if, as I surmised, he was acquainted with my suspicions, and acknowledged their dreadful justice, that it would be advisable to propitiate my silence?
It's not a long walk from hence to Bow-street, nor a long swing from Newgate to the gallows; do as you please, Sir Reginald, do as you please!" and the villain flung himself at full length on the costly ottoman, and eyed Glanville's countenance with an easy and malicious effrontery, which seemed to say, "I know you will struggle, but you cannot help yourself."
L'Art de se Promener a Cheval. My cabriolet was at the door, and I was preparing to enter, when I saw a groom managing, with difficulty, a remarkably fine and spirited horse. "It was not to be disposed of," was the answer, "and it belonged to Sir Reginald Glanville." The name thrilled through me: I drove after the groom, and inquired Sir Reginald Glanville's address. Pall Mall.
I had, once or twice, been in Glanville's company when the murder was brought upon the tapis, and narrowly examined his behaviour upon a subject which touched him so fearfully.
I was descending the stairs in the last state of ennui, when Glanville laid his hand on my shoulder. "Shall I take you home?" said he: "my carriage has just drawn up." I was too glad to answer in the affirmative. "How long have you been an author?" said I, when we were seated in Glanville's carriage. "Not many days," he replied. "I have tried one resource after another all all in vain.
When I reached my chambers, I hastened immediately to bed, but not to sleep: the extraordinary scene I had witnessed; the dark and ferocious expression of Glanville's countenance, so strongly impressed with every withering and deadly passion; the fearful and unaccountable remembrance that had seemed to gather over the livid and varying face of the gamester; the mystery of Glanville's disguise; the intensity of a revenge so terribly expressed, together with the restless and burning anxiety I felt not from idle curiosity, but, from my early and intimate friendship for Glanville, to fathom its cause all crowded upon my mind with a feverish confusion, that effectually banished repose.
Vincent ceased. "Thank you, my lord," said Lady Roseville, as she took Miss Glanville's arm and moved from the table. "For once you have condescended to give us your own sense, and not other people's; you have scarce made a single quotation." "Accept," answered Vincent, rising "'Accept a miracle instead of wit." Oh! I love!
"Sad thing, Sir, sad thing," said Mr. , "it would be quite shocking to hang a gentleman of Sir Reginald Glanville's quality so distinguished an orator too; sad thing, Sir, very sad thing."
There was a youth who, as with toil and travel, Had grown quite weak and grey before his time; Nor any could the restless grief unravel, Which burned within him, withering up his prime, And goading him, like fiends, from land to land. P. B. Shelley. From Lady Roseville's I went to Glanville's house. He was at home.
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