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Then he rose, and dawdled about the room for a few minutes. Then he lighted a cigar, and finally, resuming his seat, he said: "By Jove!" Dacres puffed on. "I'm beginning to think," said Hawbury, "that your first statement is correct. You are shot, my boy hit hard and all that; and now I should like to ask you one question." "Ask away." "What are you going to do about it?
"Where is my friend?" asked Midwinter. "At the pier head," answered the doctor. "I am, to a certain extent, responsible for what he is doing now; and I think some careful person, like yourself, ought to be with him." The hint was enough for Midwinter. He and the doctor set out for the pier immediately, Mr. Hawbury mentioning on the way the circumstances under which he had come to the hotel.
"Throw it over here!" Instead of complying with that characteristic request, Midwinter took the paper from the pocket-book, and, leaving his place, approached Mr. Hawbury. "I beg your pardon," he said, as he offered the doctor the manuscript with his own hand. His eyes dropped to the ground, and his face darkened, while he made the apology.
A vague idea that a communication had passed between them on the preceding evening with reference to this was now in his mind, and his vengeful feeling was stimulated by this thought to the utmost pitch of intensity. Hawbury thus lashed his horses, and they flew along the road. After the first cry and the shot that they had heard there was no further noise. The stillness was mysterious.
He appeared almost to suffocate under the rush of fierce, contending passions; big distended veins swelled out in his forehead, which was also drawn far down in a gloomy frown; his breath came thick and fast, and his hands were clenched tight together. Hawbury watched him in silence as before, feeling all the time the impossibility of saying any thing that could be of any use whatever.
What do you say now? Wasn't I right?" "By Jove!" cried Lord Hawbury. Whereupon Dacres relapsed into silence, sitting upright, glaring after the horseman, cherishing in his gloomy soul the darkest and most vengeful thoughts. The horseman rode on further, and overtook the next carriage. In this there were two men, one in the uniform of the Papal Zouaves, the other in rusty black.
"Well, no, nothing, except that I've been up Vesuvius." Lord Hawbury gave a long whistle. "And how did you find the mountain?" he asked; "lively?" "Rather so. In fact, infernally so," added Dacres, thoughtfully. "Look here, Hawbury, do you detect any smell of sulphur about me?" "Sulphur! What in the name of sulphur! Why, now that you mention it, I do notice something of a brimstone smell. Sulphur!
They were prepared for this, and resigned. They had determined that Minnie should have no more interviews with him indoors; and since they could not imprison her altogether, they would have to submit for the present to his advances. But they were rapidly becoming desperate. Lord Hawbury was riding by the carriage as the Baron came up. "Hallo!" said he to the former. "How do? and how are you all?
"Then, by Jove, you'll have to take me with you, old boy! I see you're not fit to take care of yourself. I'll have to go and keep you from harm." "You won't keep me from harm, old chap," said Dacres, more gently; "but I'd be glad if you would go. So come along." "I will, by Jove!" Dacres was not the only excited visitor that Hawbury had that day.
Meanwhile one or two shots had been fired at Hawbury, but, in the confusion, they had not taken effect. Suddenly, as he stood with uplifted rifle ready to strike, his enemies made a simultaneous rush upon him. He was seized by a dozen strong arms. He struggled fiercely, but his efforts were unavailing. The odds were too great.
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