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"You think your marriage was feigned," pursued Judith; "that he was no priest who performed the ceremony; and that no other witnesses were present except Sir George Etherege and Pillichody. But you are mistaken. I and Chowles were present; and he who officiated was a priest.
"An assignation, I ought to say," returned Pillichody. "Couches of Cytheraea! an affair like your own. You would not have me keep a lady waiting." "It is strange you should not recollect it till this moment," replied Parravicin. "But be your inamorata whom she may even the rich widow of Watling-street, of whom you prate so much you must put her off to-night." "But, Sir Paul "
"Right, Sir Paul, right," returned Pillichody, "exterminate him spare him not. By Bellerophon! that's my way. My only apprehension is lest he should set upon us unawares. The bravest are not proof against the dagger of an assassin." "There you wrong Disbrowe, major, I am persuaded," returned Parravicin. "He is too much a man of honour to stab a foe behind his back."
And taking the goose by the neck, he swung it round his head like a flail, and began to batter Pillichody about the face with it. "S'death!" cried the bully, endeavouring to draw his sword, "if you do not instantly desist, I will treat you like that accursed bird cut your throat, pluck, stuff, roast, and eat you afterwards."
Pillichody, who had changed his attire since his escape from the grocer's dwelling, thought he might now venture to address him without fear of discovery, and, setting his arms a-kimbo, and assuming a swaggering demeanour, strutted forward and said, "Your daughter has just been wedded to Leonard Holt, Mr. Bloundel."
The moment this harebrained coxcomb enters the house, I will see whether a light pair of heels cannot bear me out of harm's way." Just as they turned the corner, Pillichody again noticed the figure at the further end of the alley, and, but for his fears of the knight, would have instantly scampered off. "Are we far from the house?" inquired Parravicin.
Heedless of her cries, Parravicin seized her, and strove to drag her from the horse; but she only clung the closer to Blaize, and the other, expecting every moment to pay another visit to the ground, added his vociferations for assistance to hers. "Leave go your hold," he cried, to Pillichody, who had seized him on the other side by the collar. "Leave go, I say, or you will rend my jerkin asunder.
"Don't you see some one behind that wall?" "I see nothing," rejoined the knight. "You are afraid of shadows, major." "Afraid!" ejaculated Pillichody. "Thousand thunders! I am afraid of nothing." "In that case, I shall expect to find you have slain Disbrowe, on my return," rejoined Parravicin, unlocking the door.
"I can neither advise you," replied Leonard, in sombre tone, "nor help you. Ah!" he exclaimed, as the sounds of violent blows were heard against the door below "your persecutors are trying to break into the house." Rushing to the window, and gazing downwards, he perceived Sir Paul Parravicin and Pillichody battering against the shop door, and endeavouring to burst it open.
"I know not what to do," cried Amabel, distractedly. "Then I will decide for you," replied the earl, grasping her hand. "Come!" While this was passing, Furbisher, or rather, as will be surmised, Pillichody, had taken Blaize aside, and engaged his attention by dilating upon the efficacy of a roasted onion filled with treacle in the expulsion of the plague.
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