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Then the monk took up the word and spoke. "Health to Gryffyth-ap-Llewellyn, his chiefs and his people! Thus saith Harold, King Edward's thegn: By land all the passes are watched; by sea all the waves are our own. Our swords rest in our sheaths; but famine marches each hour to gride and to slay. Instead of sure death from the hunger, take sure life from the foe.
Here was the young lord dead, his companion abroad and beyond his reach, ten thousand pounds gone at one blow, his plot with Gride overset at the very moment of triumph, his after-schemes discovered, himself in danger, the object of his persecution and Nicholas's love, his own wretched boy; everything crumbled and fallen upon him, and he beaten down beneath the ruins and grovelling in the dust.
'Go away, go away! 'Come down, said Ralph, beckoning him. 'Go a way! squeaked Gride, shaking his head in a sort of ecstasy of impatience. 'Don't speak to me, don't knock, don't call attention to the house, but go away. 'I'll knock, I swear, till I have your neighbours up in arms, said Ralph, 'if you don't tell me what you mean by lurking there, you whining cur.
'Now, said Gride, 'for the little plan I have in my mind to bring this about; because, I haven't offered myself even to the father yet, I should have told you. But that you have gathered already? Ah! oh dear, oh dear, what an edged tool you are! 'Don't play with me then, said Ralph impatiently. 'You know the proverb.
Containing the further Progress of the Plot contrived by Mr Ralph Nickleby and Mr Arthur Gride
'Bray there was young Bray of no, he never had a daughter. 'You remember Bray? rejoined Arthur Gride. 'No, said Ralph, looking vacantly at him. 'Not Walter Bray! The dashing man, who used his handsome wife so ill?
As his courage appeared to be fast failing him, and he trifled with the stopper in a manner which threatened the dismissal of the bottle to its old place, Newman took up one of the little glasses, and clinked it, twice or thrice, against the bottle, as a gentle reminder that he had not been helped yet. With a deep sigh, Arthur Gride slowly filled it though not to the brim and then filled his own.
It's my interest that you should marry your daughter to my friend Gride, because then he sees me paid in part, that is. I don't disguise it. I acknowledge it openly. But what interest have you in recommending her to such a step? Keep that in view. She might object, remonstrate, shed tears, talk of his being too old, and plead that her life would be rendered miserable. But what is it now?
All he seemed to know, for certain, was, that he, Gride, paid Ralph's debt; but that, to anybody who knew the circumstances of Bray's detention even to Bray himself, on Ralph's own statement must be perfectly notorious. As to the fraud on Madeline herself, his visitor knew so little about its nature or extent, that it might be a lucky guess, or a hap-hazard accusation.
He was quite alone for his coachman was ill in bed and there was nothing to be seen on either hand but a drifting mystery of hedge running athwart the yellow glare of his lamps, and nothing to hear but the clitter-clatter of his horses and the gride and hedge echo of his wheels. His horse was as trustworthy as himself, and one does not wonder that he dozed....
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