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His sole passion appeared to be the accumulation of wealth; unattended by the desire to spend it. He bestowed no gifts. He had no family, no kinsmen, whom he cared to acknowledge. He stood alone a hard, grasping man: a bond-slave of Mammon. When it pleased him, Sir Giles Mompesson could play the courtier, and fawn and gloze like the rest.
These, as being useless to the robbers, were probably left untouched." "They were so, your Highness," replied Luke Hatton. "Would they had burned them!" ejaculated Mompesson. "Would all had been destroyed!" And he gave utterance to such wild exclamations of rage, accompanied by such frenzied gestures, that the halberdiers seized him, and dragged him out of the room.
His beaver was up, and the sinister countenance was not unknown to the apprentice. "Saints defend us!" he ejaculated. "Is it possible that can be Sir Giles Mompesson? What doth he here amidst this noble company? The villainous extortioner cannot surely be permitted to enter the lists." "Hold your peace, friend, if you are wise," muttered a deep voice behind him.
The foremost of the two was Sir Giles Mompesson, and his usually stern and sinister features had acquired a yet more inauspicious cast, from the deathlike paleness that bespread them, as well as from the fillet bound round his injured brow.
"Not merely the deeds," said Lanyere; "but an assignment on your part, Sir Giles, and on yours, Sir Francis, of all your joint interest in those estates. I must have them absolutely secured to me; and stand precisely as you stand towards them." "You shall have all you require," replied Mompesson. "Amazement!" exclaimed Sir Francis.
He turned promoter, or, in modern parlance, informer; lodging complaints, seeking out causes for prosecutions, and bringing people into trouble in order to obtain part of the forfeits they incurred for his pains. Strange to say, he attached himself to Sir Giles Mompesson, the cause of all his misfortunes, and became one of the most active and useful of his followers.
Allusion has been previously made to the influence exercised within the Fleet by Sir Giles Mompesson. Both the wardens were his friends, and ever ready to serve him; their deputy was his creature, and subservient to his will in all things; while the jailers and their assistants took his orders, whatever they might be, as if from a master.
We shall, however, precede him. Ever since Mompesson had been taken to the Fleet, his habitation had been deserted. The place was cursed. So much odium attached to it, so many fearful tales were told of it, that no one would dwell there. At the time of its owner's committal, it was stripped of all its contents, and nothing was left but bare walls and uncovered floors.
He would peck out your eyes if he could, and devour you and your substance, as he has done that of many others. That bird of ill omen is Sir Giles Mompesson." "Impossible!" cried a bystander, indignantly. "Yet, now I look again, 'tis certainly he." "As certain as that we are standing here," said the apprentice; "and if you want further proof, behold, he is closing his visor.
I should make a solemn pilgrimage to the little town of Eyam, in Derbyshire, where the Reverend Mr. Mompesson, the hero of the plague of 1665, and his wife, its heroine and its victim, lie buried. I should like to follow the traces of Cowper at Olney and of Bunyan at Elstow. I found an intense interest in the Reverend Mr.
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