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But, at this moment, the hunchback, who feared some ambush, some perfidious plot in the background, resolved, after exchanging a glance with Adrienne, to accompany the princess to her carriage.
When they reached the house they found the table ready laid for supper, and in a very few minutes all three were sitting before a beautiful fish which the tailor's wife had cooked with her own hands. But unluckily, the hunchback happened to swallow a large bone, and, in spite of all the tailor and his wife could do to help him, died of suffocation in an instant.
Now the Hunchback in question was, they relate, jester to the Sultan of China who could not bear him out of his sight; so when the fellow got drunk and did not make his appearance that night or the next day till noon, the Sultan asked some of his courtiers about him and they answered, "O our lord, the Governor hath come upon him dead and hath ordered his murderer to be hanged; but, as the hangman was about to hoist him up there came a second and a third and a fourth and each one said, 'It is I, and none else killed the Hunchback! and each gave a full and circumstantial account of the manner of the jester being killed."
"It is a shame," returned the hunchback in a tone of lamentation; "I have been here since last night, I slept out of doors to keep my place, and here is this abominable giant comes to stick himself in front of me like an obelisk." The hunchback was lying like a Jew, but the crowd rose unanimously against the obelisk. He was, in one way, their superior, and majorities are always made up of pigmies.
I began to think how soon the slimy worms would crawl over me! At length all this culminated. West was fool enough to take me one night to the Old Park Theatre, where Ellen Tree was then playing. She played Julia, in "The Hunchback," and I heard her make that agonized appeal to Master Walter and allude to the expected horrors of an unloving marriage-bed. My eyes were opened.
The hunchback struck an attitude as he spoke, and strove to twist his evil countenance into a look of inspiration. Peyrolles was all eagerness now. "Let me see the girl," he pleaded. Æsop shook his head. "By-and-by. It is understood that if Gonzague accepts the girl as Nevers's child he takes me into his service in Paris. Eh?" Peyrolles nodded. "That is understood."
The little hunchback had been leaning back, during the last minute or two, with his face in the shadow; but at these words he bent forward. His cheeks were white and drawn. "Why must I give the answer, Jemmy?" "Because the lad is your son. It rests with you to save him or not." Captain Barker stood up. "You'll abide by my decision?" "Certainly."
Tell me where those things are, and name your figures." "My figure" Jimmie Dale was clipping off his words "is a little information. A trade, Hunchback Joe mine for yours. I want to know where Peter Marre, alias Clarke, is?" Hunchback Joe drew back from the table with a jerk. The whiteness in his face had changed to an unhealthy, leaden gray. He shook his head. "I don't know," he said.
Nor were poor J. J.'s round shoulders spared, until Clive indignantly remonstrated at the hideous hunchback pictures which the boys made of his friend, and vowed it was a shame to make jokes at such a deformity.
"Cough, that I may see." The hunchback began to cough. "It is not you." Then the hunchback said aloud "How do you mean, it is not I? Do you not recognise my voice? Open the door!" "Who's there?" said the dyer, opening the window. "There, you have awakened my husband, who returned from Amboise unexpectedly this evening."
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