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I made him no reply: I contented myself with placing Glanville's billet doux in his hand. The room was dimly lighted with a single candle, and the small and capricious fire, near which the gambler was seated, threw its upward light, by starts and intervals, over the strong features and deep lines of his countenance. It would have been a study worthy of Rembrandt.
As I walked home, revolving the scene I had witnessed, the words of Tyrrell came into my recollection viz. that the cause of Glanville's dislike to him had arisen in Tyrrell's greater success in some youthful liaison. In this account I could not see much probability.
"You see it at present," rejoined the landlady, "quite in a litter like: but it is really a sweet place in summer." "Charming," said I, with a cold shiver, hurrying down the stairs, with a pain in my ear, and the rheumatism in my shoulder. "And this," thought I, "was Glanville's residence for nearly a month! I wonder he did not exhale into a vapour, or moisten into a green damp."
But even in this court it was the law "that none be amerced but by his peers." Mirror of Justices, 49. For if from the mere want of writing only, they should not be considered laws, then, unquestionably, writing would seem to confer more authority upon laws themselves, than either the equity of the persons constituting, or the reason of those framing them." Glanville's Preface, p. 38.
Directly Glanville's door was opened, I saw by one glance, that I had come too late; the whole house was in confusion; several of the servants were in the hall, conferring with each other, with that mingled mystery and agitation which always accompany the fears and conjectures of the lower classes.
Several times, when at a late hour, I left Glanville's apartments, I passed the figure of a woman, closely muffled, and apparently watching before his windows which, owing to the advance of summer, were never closed to catch, perhaps, a view of his room, or a passing glimpse of his emaciated and fading figure.
You have heard rightly, that I intend leaving England to-morrow; and now, Sir, what is your will?" "By G d, Sir Reginald Glanville!" exclaimed Thornton, who seemed stung to the quick by Glanville's contemptuous coldness, "you shall not leave England without my leave. Ay, you may frown, but I say you shall not; nay, you shall not budge a foot from this very room unless I cry, 'Be it so!"
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.
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.
"Ranulf our friend, is he well?" "He is well, my lord, and behold he holds your enemy, the King of Scots, captive in chains at Richmond." The king was half stunned by the news, but as the messenger produced Glanville's letter, he sprang from his bed, and in a transport of emotion and tears, gave thanks to God, while the joyful ringing of bells told the good news to the London citizens.
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