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"I can neither advise you," replied Leonard, in sombre tone, "nor help you. Ah!" he exclaimed, as the sounds of violent blows were heard against the door below "your persecutors are trying to break into the house." Rushing to the window, and gazing downwards, he perceived Sir Paul Parravicin and Pillichody battering against the shop door, and endeavouring to burst it open.
"What motive could he have for such unheard-of baseness such barbarity?" cried Mrs. Disbrowe, bursting into tears. "Shall I tell you, madam?" replied Parravicin. "He is tired of you, and has taken this means of ridding himself of you." Mrs. Disbrowe uttered a loud scream, and fell back in the bed.
"She is not there," replied Leonard, bitterly, "She is fast recovering from the plague." "Is she not dead?" demanded Parravicin, with frightful eagerness. "I was told she was thrown into that horrible chasm." "You were deceived," replied Leonard. "She was taken to the pest-house by your orders, and would have perished if she had not found a friend to aid her. She is now out of danger."
"And now for Mrs. Disbrowe!" cried Parravicin. "We shall find a coach or a chair in Cheapside. Can I take you westward, Lydyard?" But the other declined the offer, saying, "I will not desert Wyvil. I feel certain he will get into some scrape, and may need me to help him out of it. Take care of yourself, Parravicin. Beware of the plague, and of what is worse than the plague, an injured husband.
"You shall come with me whether you will or not." And as he spoke, he advanced towards her, while she retreated towards Leonard, who, rising with difficulty, placed himself between her and her persecutor. "If you advance another footstep," cried the apprentice, "I will fling myself upon you, and the contact may be fatal." Parravicin gazed, furiously at him, and half unsheathed his sword.
And separating from Parravicin, he formed some excuse for quitting the royal presence. About an hour afterwards, Pillichody sought out Blaize, and told him, with a very mysterious air, that he had something to confide to him. "You know my regard for the Earl of Rochester and Sir Paul Parravicin," he said, "and that I would do anything an honourable man ought to do to assist them.
"Then take them back again," rejoined Parravicin, turning haughtily upon his heel. "That answer will not suffice, Sir Paul," cried Leonard "I will not depart without her." "How!" exclaimed the knight, drawing his sword. "Do you dare to intrude upon my presence? Begone! or I will punish your presumption." And he prepared to attack the apprentice.
"You fly in vain," cried the king, laughingly pursuing her. As he spoke the door opened, and Sir Paul Parravicin entered the room. The knight started on seeing how matters stood, and the king looked surprised and angry. Taking advantage of their embarrassment, Nizza made good her retreat, and hurrying to Amabel's chamber, closed and bolted the door.
She heard their footsteps, and without raising her head, or looking towards them, said, in a weak but determined voice "Tell your master I will see him no more. The plague has again attacked me, and I am glad of it, for it will deliver me from him. It will be useless to offer me any remedies, for I will not take them." "It is not Sir Paul Parravicin," replied the old woman.
"It is too late to retract," replied Parravicin, taking up the key, and turning with a triumphant look to his friends. Disbrowe noticed the smile, and stung beyond endurance, drew his sword, and called to the knight to defend himself. In an instant, passes were exchanged. But the conflict was brief. Fortune, as before, declared herself in favour of Parravicin.
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