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Tickels, although the wickedness of half a century rested heavily on his soul; in a few seconds more, unless he consented to give up a portion of his basely acquired wealth, he had every reason to fear that soul would be ushered into a dark and unfathomable eternity. No wonder, then, that he tremulously said "Put up your weapon; I will do as you require."
Tickels with as much composure and politeness as though nothing had ever happened to disturb the harmony of their friendship. Mr. Goldworthy himself was present, and also a nephew of his a handsome youth of nineteen, named Clarence Argyle; he was studying the profession of medicine at a Southern University, and was on a visit at his uncle's house.
When Fanny Aubrey was ushered into the presence of this amiable young lady, she started with surprise and pleasure for she instantly recognized in her the kind young lady who had presented her with the gold coin on the memorable day when she was entrapped by Sow Nance into the house of Mr. Tickels.
"When I return to the University, we will write to each other often, will we not?" said Clarence Argyle to Fanny, in a tone that could not be overheard by the others of the party; and the fair girl yielded a blushing consent to the proposal, so congenial to her own inclination. The whisper and the blush were both observed by old Tickels, who said to himself "Humph!
Thus spoke the Duchess, after a long pause which had begun to be embarrassing. "Do you long for his return?" asked Tickels "will not my society compensate for his absence?" "Oh, yes!" laughingly replied the lady "you are gallant and agreeable; whereas my brother is often moody and abstracted.
Tickels down," said the old negro woman, as she left the room; in a few moments, a gentleman entered, and regarded Fanny with a gaze so piercing, that the poor girl was covered with confusion.
She gave him her hand a hand so white, so soft, so exquisitely delicate, that its touch thrilled through the entire frame of Mr. Tickels. Involuntarily he raised it to his lips, and knelt down before her; then suddenly recollecting himself, he arose, murmuring a confused apology for his rudeness.
Tickels, you are again a candidate for Congress," remarked Mr. Goldworthy, during a pause in the conversation. "I again have that distinguished honor," was the pompous reply. "My party stands in great need of my services and influence in the House at the present crisis."
The character of the Chevalier was doubtless hypocritical in its nature; but his hypocrisy was, in our opinion, far less contemptible than that of Tickels; the former was a hypocrite for pecuniary gain; the latter, for the gratification of the basest and most grovelling propensities that can disgrace humanity. "Gentlemen gentlemen!" cried Mr.
There, upon a satin couch, her dress disordered and torn, her face flushed, her hair in wild disorder, her bosom naked and bleeding, lay Fanny Aubrey, panting, writhing, fiercely struggling in the ruffian grasp of the villain Tickels, who savagely turned and confronted the intruders.
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