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There was not a human being to be seen to right or left. "Ah, well!" said Northmour, "here's the end, thank God!" And we returned to My Uncle's Room. Mr. Huddlestone was putting on his boots, still violently trembling, but with an air of determination such as I had not hitherto observed.
May God in heaven bless and reward them for it!" I gave him my hand, of course, because I could not help it; but the sympathy I had been prepared to feel for Clara's father was immediately soured by his appearance, and the wheedling, unreal tones in which he spoke. "Cassilis is a good man," said Northmour; "worth ten." "So I hear," cried Mr. Huddlestone eagerly "so my girl tells me. Ah, Mr.
Somehow or other, by hook and crook, and between the three of us, we got Bernard Huddlestone bundled upstairs and laid upon the bed in MY UNCLE'S ROOM. During the whole process, which was rough enough, he gave no sign of consciousness, and he remained, as we had thrown him, without changing the position of a finger.
As I came in I could see the daughter slipping out by the side door into the study, which had been prepared as her bedroom. In the bed, which was drawn back against the wall, instead of standing, as I had last seen it, boldly across the window, sat Bernard Huddlestone, the defaulting banker.
"You might end by wearying us. What were you going to say?" he added, turning to me. "I was going to propose an occupation for the afternoon," said I. "Let us carry that money out, piece by piece, and lay it down before the pavilion door. If the carbonari come, why, it's theirs at any rate." "No, no," cried Mr. Huddlestone; "it does not, it cannot belong to them!
He seemed annoyed by the question, but admitted with reluctance that he had a little. "Well," I continued, "it is their money they are after, is it not? Why not give it up to them?" "Ah!" replied he, shaking his head, "I have tried that already, Mr. Cassilis; and alas that it should be so! but it is blood they want." "Huddlestone, that's a little less than fair," said Northmour.
You are a man of the world inside and out, and were up to all kinds of mischief before I was born. Your conscience is tanned like South American leather only you forgot to tan your liver, and that, if you will believe me, is the seat of the annoyance." "Rogue, rogue! bad boy!" said Mr. Huddlestone, shaking his finger.
"It is; and I wish it were in the bottom of the sea instead," said Northmour; and then suddenly "What are you making faces at me for?" he cried to Mr. Huddlestone, on whom I had unconsciously turned my back. "Do you think Cassilis would sell you?" Mr. Huddlestone protested that nothing had been further from his mind. "It is a good thing," retorted Northmour in his ugliest manner.
The same sound was repeated twice at regular intervals; and then a formidable voice shouted through the shutters the Italian word "TRADITORE!" Mr. Huddlestone threw his head in the air; his eyelids quivered; next moment he fell insensible below the table. Northmour and I had each run to the armoury and seized a gun. Clara was on her feet with her hand at her throat.
"You might end by wearying us. What were you going to say?" he added, turning to me. "I was going to propose an occupation for the afternoon," said I. "Let us carry that money out, piece by piece, and lay it down before the pavilion door. If the carbonari come, why, it's theirs at any rate." "No, no," cried Mr. Huddlestone; "it does not, it cannot, belong to them!
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