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With this, he got into the basket, and as the porter carefully obeyed his instructions, he reached the ground in safety. On seeing him, Pillichody bolted across the street, and flourishing his sword, and uttering tremendous imprecations, held himself in readiness to beat an immediate retreat. Not so Parravicin. Instantly assailing the apprentice, he slightly wounded him in the arm.
Pillichody, who was the only person now left, did not care to wait for the king's arrival, but snatching the bridle of his steed, which was quietly grazing at a little distance, mounted him, and galloped off in the direction which he fancied had been taken by the earl and his companion.
"No," replied the major, scarcely able to conceal his trepidation. "It is close at hand and so is the lady's husband." "So much the better," replied the knight; "it will afford you some amusement to beat him off. You may affect not to know him, and may tell him the lady's husband is just come home her husband! do you take, Pillichody?" "I do ha! ha! I do," replied the major, in a quavering tone.
Refreshments were placed before the supposed Doctor Maplebury by the grocer, while his attendant was sent to the kitchen, and directions given to Blaize to take every care of him; old Josyna was occupied about her own concerns; and Pillichody, perceiving from the porter's manner that his disguise was detected, laid aside concealment altogether, and endeavoured to win the other over to his patron's interests.
His left hand convulsively clutched an empty purse, and his eyes were fixed upon a large sum of money, which he had just handed over to the knight, and which the latter was carelessly transferring to his pocket. Major Pillichody was a man of remarkably fierce exterior.
"Yes, here it is," replied Blaize, as his mother reappeared; "and now you shall have a glass of such sack as you never yet tasted." And pouring out a bumper, he offered it to Pillichody. The latter took the glass; but his hand shook so violently that he could not raise it to his lips. "What ails you, friend?" inquired Blaize, uneasily.
"You may thank my generosity that I do not crop your ears, base Roundhead," rejoined Pillichody; "but I will convince you that I speak the truth, and if you have any shame in your composition, it will be summoned to your cheeks." So saying, he proceeded to Bishop Kempe's chapel, the door of which was slightly ajar, and desired the grocer to look through the chink.
"I can bear anything but a blow from your sex." "Then tell me what has become of Blaize," she cried. "I will no longer spare your feelings," he rejoined. "He is defunct." "Defunct!" echoed Patience, with a scream. "Oh, dear me! I shall never survive it I shall die." "Not while I am left to supply his place," cried Pillichody, catching her in his arms.
"Were I assured that such was the case," said the grocer, in a stern whisper to his wife, "I would stir no further in the matter. My threat to Amabel was not an idle one." "I may be mistaken," returned Mrs. Bloundel, almost at her wit's end with anxiety. "Don't mind what I say. Judge for yourself. Oh dear! what will become of her?" she mentally ejaculated. "Lanterns and links!" cried Pillichody.
"But you are sure to be found out, and had better beat a retreat before Mr. Bloundel returns." "I won't lose a moment," replied Pillichody, starting to his feet. "What's the matter?" cried Blaize, suddenly halting. "I only got up to see whether the wine was coming," replied Pillichody.
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