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Lord, what sounds I've heerd! The devil's i' the hearse, for sure!" "Now, Simmy," the one-ey'd gaffer expostulated, "thou dostn' think the smoky King is a-took in, same as they poor folks upstairs? Tee- hee! Lord, what a trick! to come for Master Tingcomb, an' find aw dear! aw, bless my old ribs, what a thing is humor!" "Shut up!" grunted the minister.
"Master Hannibal Tingcomb: steward o' Gleys." "What!" I jumped in my saddle, and with a pull at the bridle brought Molly to a standstill. "Of Gleys?" I cried. "Steward of Sir Deakin Killigrew that was?" "Right, lad, except the last word. 'That is, should'st rather say." "Then you are wrong, Joan: for he's dead and buried, these five months.
I stood on a shelf of sandy rock that wound round the cliff some way to my left, and then, as I thought, broke sharply away. 'Twas mainly about a yard in width, but in places no more than two feet. Now all this while I had not let Master Tingcomb out of my mind.
Simmy, my son, thou'rt sadly drunken. O youth, youth! Thou winebibber, hold the light steady, or I'll tell thy mammy!" "Oh, sir, I do mortally dread the devil an' all his works!" "Now, if ever! The devil, says he an' Master Tingcomb still livin', an' in his own house awaitin' us!" Be sure, his words were as good as a slap in the face to me.
For I had counted the hearse to lead me straight to Master Tingcomb himself. "In his own house," too! A fright seiz'd me for Delia. But first I must deal with these scoundrels, who already were dragging out the coffin. "Steady there!" calls the minister. The coffin was more than halfway outside.
For tho' assured that the work needed not her presence, and that she had best wait at Stow till Master Tingcomb was smok'd out of his nest, she would have none of it, but was set on riding with me to see justice done on this fellow, of whose villainy I had told her much the night before.
"Eat, sirs," the old servitor exhorted us: "alas! that man may take nothing out o' the world!" I know not who of us was most taken aback. But noting Delia's sad wondering face, as her eyes wander'd round the neglected room and rested on the tatter'd portraits, I lost patience. "Our business is with Master Hannibal Tingcomb," said I sharply.
These few months the lady has been shut in Bristol keep, whither, by the advice of our employer, we conveyed her back safe and sound. This same employer " "A dirty rogue, whom you may as well call by his name Hannibal Tingcomb." "Right, young sir: a very dirty rogue, and a niggardly: I hate a mean rascal.
"Shall be presently," answered I, "if you lead me not to Master Tingcomb." He scrambled up briskly and totter'd out of the kitchen into a stone corridor, I after him. Along this he hurried, muttering all the way, and halted before a door at the end. Without knocking he pushed it open, and motioning me to enter, hasten'd back as he had come. "Come in," said a voice that seem'd familiar to me.
'Twas the voice of my one-eyed friend, as he undid the bolts; and now he stood in the gateway with a prodigious black sash across his canary livery, so long that the ends of it swept the flagstones. "Is Master Tingcomb within?" I helped Delia to dismount, and gave our two horses to a stable boy that stood shuffling some paces off.
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