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"To get to the bottom of sundry plots wherewith you were acquainted, and which you had partly confessed. And now it is my turn to ask questions, so tell me how gattest thou rid of the irons?" "Master Spikeman unfastened them." "I might have guessed as much before," said Bars, scratching his head.
Have you entreated the Governor, as you promised, to let him out of that dreadful dungeon?" "It is a horrid place," said Spikeman, "and men live not long who are confined therein. If the soldier be imprisoned there a few days longer, he is no better than a dead man. Vain has been my intercession, though I despair not." He paused to watch the effect of what he had said upon the girl.
"You can pick yourself out a five-dollar rod," added Garrison. "I'll wire you when to come." Garrison left for Albany at once. He found himself obliged to take a roundabout course which brought him there late in the night. In the morning he succeeded in running down a John W. Spikeman, who had served as Hardy's lawyer for many years.
Spikeman gazed after them through the window, which, as belonging to a house of the better class, was made of glass instead of oiled paper, which supplied its place in the humbler tenements, till they were out of sight. The drum had some time before ceased its sonorous rattle, indicating thereby that the services had commenced, and the streets were bare of the last loiterer.
As soon as she gained the bench, Spikeman was at her feet; he told her he knew what had passed between her and her cousin; that he could not, would not part with her he now came without disguise to repeat what he had so often said to her, that he loved and adored her, and that his life should be devoted to make her happy.
Melissa wept, entreated, refused, and half consented; Spikeman led her away from the bench towards the road, she still refusing, yet still advancing, until they came to the door of the chaise. Joey let down the steps; Melissa, half fainting and half resisting, was put in; Spikeman followed, and the door was closed by Joey. "Stop a moment, boy," said Spikeman. "Here, Joey, take this."
"I heard only part of the conversation, but enough to make me believe that the Governor, at the prayer of the strange knight, means to release the soldier Philip Joy." "Verily!" exclaimed Spikeman. "Art sure you heard aright? Rehearse to me what was said."
Mrs James was the widow of a draper in the town, who had, at his death left her sufficient to live quietly and respectably with her daughters, who were both very good, amiable girls; and it must be acknowledged, neither of them unwilling to listen to the addresses of Mr Spikeman had he been so inclined; but they began to think that Mr Spikeman was not a marrying man, which, as the reader must know by this time, was the fact.
But an opposite party, headed by Spikeman, strenuously insisted on another course. They contended, that in a matter of the kind, severity, and even what might look like precipitation, was better than a slackness, which might defeat their object.
Spikeman, who by his wealth and cunning, had lately succeeded in getting himself for the first time elevated to the dignity of an Assistant, had always appeared to be a friend, and indeed had truly been so, until he sought to pluck the apple of discord, the too fascinating Prudence, out of the soldier's hand.
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