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Arthur Venning suggested that what she must do was to rig up something in the nature of a surprise a portrait, for example, of a nice old lady in a lace cap, concealing a bath of cold water, which at a signal could be sprung on Pepper's head; or they'd have a chair which shot him twenty feet high directly he sat on it. Susan laughed.
The time was that of evening; Captain Clifford had been dining with his two friends; the cloth was removed, and conversation was flowing over a table graced by two bottles of port, a bowl of punch for Mr. Pepper's especial discussion, two dishes of filberts, another of devilled biscuits, and a fourth of three Pomarian crudities, which nobody touched.
And presently the two had the old table against the wall pulled out into the middle of the kitchen floor, and Polly ran and got the big piece of foolscap paper laid away carefully in the upper bureau drawer in the bedroom. Across the top ran the letters set there by the minister in obedience to Mrs. Pepper's request.
"I've heard yarns about folks bein' spirited away, but I never took much stock in 'em. And," he added with conviction, "'twould take a pretty husky spirit to handle Laviny if she had her mad up. She Hush! hear that!" The sound of wheels was heard in the lane by the front gate. A vehicle stopped. Then some one called a hurried good night. Mr. Pepper's fear returned. "It's her!" he cried.
Pepper's lap, and the eyes bent kindly down on her "make some little cakes, real cakes I mean? now don't say no, mammy!" she said, alarmed, for she saw a "no" slowly coming in the eyes above her, as Mrs. Pepper began to shake her head. "But we haven't any white flour, Polly," began her mother.
Pepper's little 'orse, I suppose, sir?" he said, addressing himself to the young Squire. "Certainly, I told Larking I would." "Exactly, Mr. Newton. And Banker might as well go out as second." "I said Brewer. Banker was out on Friday." "That won't be no odds, Mr. Newton. The fact is. Brewer's legs is a little puffed." "All right," said the Squire.
He drove away towards Ripton with many things to think about, with a last picture of her in his mind as she paused for an instant in the flickering shadows, stroking Pepper's forehead. It is difficult to overestimate the importance of Mr. Humphrey Crewe, of his value to the town of Leith, and to the State at large, and in these pages only a poor attempt at an appreciation of him may be expected.
Tisbett observing both methods. "I guess I'll hold 'em in two hands," he said at last, "'cause most likely he won't let me take the whip at the same time. Ain't I glad I haven't cut the right one any more!" He held it up and squinted at it as well as he could for the darkness. There wasn't even a scar to be seen, thanks to Mother Pepper's good care.
Every two or three minutes a floating iron balloon, or a skeleton frame covered with sleeping aquatic birds, would flash into the field of vision ahead, like one of Professor Pepper's patent ghosts, stand out for a moment in brilliant white relief against a background of impenetrable darkness, and then vanish with the swiftness of summer lightning, as the electric beam left it to search for another buoy farther away.
Not that I fear death as death is understood. Yet, there is that in the air, which bids me fear an intangible, cold horror. I felt it last night. It was thus: Last night, I was sitting here in my study, writing. The door, leading into the garden, was half open. At times, the metallic rattle of a dog's chain, sounded faintly. It belongs to the dog I have bought, since Pepper's death.
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