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But this veil, this mask the author of The Diversions of Purley threw aside and penetrated to the naked truth of things, by the literal, matter-of-fact, unimaginative nature of his understanding, and because he was not subject to prejudices or illusions of any kind.
Purley," said the host, offering the glass. The bailiff quaffed the offered restorative at a draught, and then said: "Farmer, saddle a couple of horses for us, directly! We must pursue them without loss of time! They can not have got very far ahead of us in these few hours!" he added, being totally unconscious of the length of time he had slept, and the whole day he had lost.
Whereupon Purley drew up before the one little tavern of the place, alighted, and assisted his charge to alight, and then keeping fast hold of her arm, led her into the house, and ordered breakfast. While the meal was being got ready he kept his party of four well together in the sitting-room where they waited.
Then they heard Purley arranging and re-arranging his bed against his door, and tumbling down upon it, like a man utterly overcome by fatigue and drowsiness; after which all was silent, until the stertorous breathing of the bailiff assured them of the depth of his sleep. After that, not a sound was heard in the house. Lyon looked at his watch.
"But how came you to be a sheriff's officer? and oh, above all, how could you come to take me?" reproachfully inquired Sybil. "Oh, Miss I mean, Madam, can't you guess in your heart? When all the bailiffs throwed up their places rather than serve a warrant on you, and Mr. Purley, who was a stranger, got an appointment and kept it, they wanted another man.
"What do I want?" "To know which way the run-a-way lady and gemplan went." "I do know, they went this way," said Purley, pointing straight before him. "No, they didn't neyther! they was too sharp for that, they said how you would be sure to search for 'em on that road, just as you are a doing of now; so they would take another road." "That was likely too! Boy, do you know which road they took?"
"My my horses will be busy all day hauling wood," replied the farmer. "Don't care! I order you in the name of the Commonwealth of Virginia, to saddle those horses, and place them at our disposal to pursue our prisoner," said Purley, in a peremptory tone.
And when that meal was over and the hour for retirement arrived, Purley himself accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Berners to their bedroom to see that it was secure. It was a front chamber, on the upper floor, with two front windows overlooking the village street, and but one door, which opened upon the passage. "That is all safe," said Purley, casting a glance around.
"Catch him!" cried his brother, in a kind of final anger. "I wish we could. Where the deuce shall we catch him now?" "I keep forgetting the name of the common," said Basil, as he buttoned up his coat. "The Elms what is it? Buxton Common, near Purley. That's where we shall find him." "But there is no such place," groaned Rupert; but he followed his brother downstairs. We all followed him.
Berners to the livery stable to look at the horses and wagon. These two went out together, and Purley took the precaution to lock the door and put the key in his pocket. "Why have you done that?" inquired Lyon, reproachfully. "Because women are irrational and impulsive. I have always found them so!
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