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Updated: July 14, 2025
By such an effort, holding his hand to his ear, he had listened to Miss Gabriel's anecdote about Colonel Bartlemy; smiling the while because he had heard it many times before and knew it to be a good one; innocently unaware that it covered any caustic subintention. And so soon?"
His sole concern was to find Humphrey. Not succeeding, he appealed to the innkeeper to know what was become of him. "Why, that I know not," replied the innkeeper, indifferently. "Most like he hath not yet returned from the fire." Impatiently old Bartlemy, forgetting that he was a woman, and nurse to a young lady of the better sort, sat down in the inn yard upon a bench.
By sunset the coat was done, and sewed in a manner vastly superior to the other tailors, who looked at him with envious eyes. "What! finish a whole coat in one day?" they cried; "we never could do so well! Goose and cabbage! friend Bartlemy! you must have the assistance of some fairy!"
Sweating in dumb anguish I watched Bartlemy grip her in cruel hands and bend her backward across his knee, while she stared up at him with eyes of horror, her lips moving in passionate entreaty.
"Of course, Martin!" At this I turned to scowl at the placid sea again. "Any man?" says I at last. "O Martin, no how foolish under grow 'any man' might be evil as Black Bartlemy." "I've heard I am much like him in looks." "But then you are Martin and he was Black Bartlemy."
And now it seemed they knew no more of Bartlemy's hiding-place than I, whereat I rejoiced greatly. So lay I all that forenoon watching their motions and hearing their outcries now here, now there, until, marvelling at the absence of Bartlemy, they sat down all six upon the spit of sand whereby I lay hid and fell to eating and drinking, talking the while, though too low for me to hear what passed.
Now, no doubt my clever little readers have guessed quite readily the true solution of this mighty mystery; but to the simple Bartlemy the reality of the Gold Stone's magic power was placed beyond a doubt when, on reaching his chamber and striking a light, he found, instead of the farthing and penny which had always been his weekly payment, a crown and sixpence.
"Don't interrupt, Bartlemy that a bit of purple glass could change copper into gold. Your master paid you the wages your work was worth, that is all. There is no such preposterous jewel on the face of the earth as you imagine; but there is a true Gold Stone, and its name is As the goblin spoke these words, he suddenly began to change his form, and grew taller and broader.
The riders paused before the door of the hut as Humphrey had done, and one of them knocked heavily upon it with his stick. But there was no answer. Again there came a knock and a cry, "Open, old Bartlemy!" Meanwhile, old Bartlemy had come creeping cautiously back, and from behind a screen of vines which hung from an oak beheld them.
It isn't the Gold Stone!" "It's not the Gold Stone!!" gasped Bartlemy. "Why, no, you donkey! there's no such thing!" Bartlemy turned fairly green and yellow with horror and disappointment. "Listen to me, Bartlemy Bowbell," said the goblin; "nobody but a donkey would suppose that a round bit of purple glass " "Of purple glass!" repeated Bartlemy, in a sort of dream.
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