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Ten minutes later he left the house with a little black bag in his band. "WHAT will ye give me, and I'll tell ye?" said Maxley to Alfred Hardie. "Five pounds." "That is too much." "Five shillings, then." "That is too little. Lookee here; your garden owes me thirty shillings for work: suppose you pays me, and that will save me from going to your Dad for it."
She screamed, and was just putting up her hands, womanlike, not to see her death as well as feel it, when something dark came past her like a rushing wind a blow, that sounded exactly like that of a paving ram, caught Maxley on the jaw: and there was Edward Dodd blowing like a grampus with rage, and Maxley on his back in the road.
The captain was due: and on no account would he, Maxley, allow that there ragged box round the captains quarter-deck: "That is how he do name their little mossel of a lawn: and there he walks for a wager, athirt and across, across and athirt, five steps and then about; and I'd a'most bet ye a halfpenny he thinks hisself on the salt sea ocean, bless his silly old heart."
"Now do you really think your two lives are worth a guinea? Why, it's 252 pence! 1008 farthings!" The pair affected disappointment vilely. At all events, he must accept this basket of gudgeons Maxley had brought along. Being poisoned was quite out of Maxley's daily routine, and had so unsettled him, that he had got up, and gone fishing to the amazement of the parish. Sampson inspected the basket.
Sampson groaned, and gave in. he was strong, but not strong enough to make the populance suspend an opinion. Yet, methinks it might be done: by chloroforming them. The spasms came at longer intervals and less violent, and Maxley got so fond of the essence of Insensibility, that he asked to have some in his own hand to apply at the first warning of the horrible pains.
Alfred's curiosity was excited, and he ventured to put his head over the gate. But Mrs. Maxley had disappeared. Alfred had half a mind to go in and inquire if anything was the matter: it would be a good excuse. While he hesitated, the dining-room window was thrown violently up, and Sampson looked out. "Hy! Hardie! my good fellow! for Heaven's sake a fly, and a fast one!"
This intelligence was conveyed with true scientific calmness, and received with feminine ejaculations of horror. Mrs. Maxley was indignant into the bargain: "Don't ye go giving my house an ill name! We keeps no poison." Sampson fixed his eyes sternly on her: "Wumman, ye know better: ye keep strychnine, for th' use and delectation of your domestic animal." "Strychnine! I never heard tell of it.
Counting it out, that will help pass the time till Muster Hardie comes. You han't made away with it?" "What d'ye mean, sir?" "Hardies bain't turned thieves, be they?" "Are you mad or intoxicated, Mr. Maxley?" 'Neither, sir; but I wants my own, and I wool have it too: so count out on this here counter, or I'll cry the town round that there door."
Lo! the maniac flew at him again more fiercely than ever; but the young Hercules had seen Jane bleeding on the ground: he dealt her assailant in full career such a murderous stroke with the bludgeon, that the people, who were running from all quarters, shrieked with dismay not for Jane, but for Maxley; and well they might; that awful stroke laid him senseless, motionless and mute, in a pool of his own blood.
"Alack! poor James Maxley! he is at his last hour: it be just gone twelve, and a dies at one." Sampson turned on the weepers. "Who says that, y' ijjits? I said the case would end at one: a case ends when the pashint gets well or dies." "Oh, that is good news for poor Susan Maxley; her man is to be well by one o'clock, Doctor says."
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