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She was in sight of the church, when a short, fat little man suddenly met her. He was out of breath, as if he had been running. In the gathering twilight she recognized him as her persecutor. "Ah! Miss Stevens, this is truly extraordinary. Believe me, this meeting is quite providential, for it enables me to pour into your ear my tale of love." "Mr. Peram, begone, leave me!"
Nothing is more uncertain than political friendship, a friendship selfish and treacherous. It assumes all things, absorbs all things, expects all things, and disappoints in everything. A merely political friend can never be trusted. Robert was seventeen or eighteen years of age, when he became acquainted with Giles Peram, a young man two or three years his senior. Peram was a caricature on nature.
By the time Giles Peram was rescued and placed safely on shore, Robert Stevens had crossed the river and was ascending the bank. It was so dark that they could just see the outline of the fugitive, before he disappeared into the wood.
The old man continued: "You have already hanged my friends Drummond and Cheeseman, and were I a man who sought revenge, I would destroy you, as I have it in my power to do." At this moment the door opened, and Hugh Price, accompanied by Giles Peram, entered. "The scaffold is all ready to hang Robert Stevens," said Mr. Price.
He was about to say something more, when they espied Mr. Giles Peram coming toward them. His face was smiling, though there were a few scratches upon it. "Marry! friend Robert, good morrow! Did you learn of my great speech in the house of burgesses yesterday, when they were about to refuse your general his commission?" "I knew not that you were a member of the house."
Giles Peram, who was as cruel as he was cowardly, drew one of his pistols, as he galloped along over the grassy plain, and cocked it. It is no easy matter even for an experienced marksman to hit a running object from the back of a flying horse. Giles, after leaning first to one side, then to the other, and squinting along the barrel of his pistol, shut both eyes and pulled the trigger.
The tread of hurried feet fell on her ears, and through the deepening shades of twilight, she caught a glimpse of a scarlet coat, long white hair and beard and flashing jewels. Hands of iron seized Giles Peram. He was lifted into the air as if he had been an infant, and flung head first into a cluster of white thorn, where he lay for a few moments, confused and bleeding. Then Sir Albert St.
Now, if she will consent to become my wife, you shall have your liberty." It was well for Peram that Robert Stevens was chained to the wall, or it would have fared hard for the little fellow. Giles kept beyond the length of the chain and the prisoner was powerless.
One day, as he was passing the statehouse, Giles Peram, who, with the powdered wig, lace, and ruffles of a cavalier, was strutting before some of the court officials, turning his eyes with an ill-bred stare on the stranger as he passed, remarked: "Oh, how extraordinary!"
"No, Sir William, we must evacuate the city this very night." "I believe it. Where is that coward Giles Peram?" "He hath taken refuge under the church." "Drag him hence. Robert Stevens is among the rebels, and the fool will fare hard if he falls into his hands." A few moments later the wretched, trembling Giles was brought before the governor.
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