FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   364   365   366   367   368   369   370   371   372   373   374   375   376   377   378   379   380   381   382   383   384   385   386   387   388  
389   390   391   392   393   394   395   396   397   398   399   400   401   402   403   404   405   406   407   408   409   410   411   412   413   >>   >|  
, and could, were we as blind as a mole, out of what quiver this shaft hath been drawn." He then put on his spectacles, and having desired Julian to be brought forward, he glared upon him awfully with those glazen eyes, from under the shade of his quilted turban. "So young," he said, "and so hardened--lack-a-day!--and a Papist, I'll warrant." Peveril had time enough to recollect the necessity of his being at large, if he could possibly obtain his freedom, and interposed here a civil contradiction of his worship's gracious supposition. "He was no Catholic," he said, "but an unworthy member of the Church of England." "Perhaps but a lukewarm Protestant, notwithstanding," said the sage Justice; "there are those amongst us who ride tantivy to Rome, and have already made out half the journey--ahem!" Peveril disowned his being any such. "And who art thou, then?" said the Justice; "for, friend, to tell you plainly, I like not your visage--ahem!" These short and emphatic coughs were accompanied each by a succinct nod, intimating the perfect conviction of the speaker that he had made the best, the wisest, and the most acute observation, of which the premises admitted. Julian, irritated by the whole circumstances of his detention, answered the Justice's interrogation in rather a lofty tone. "My name is Julian Peveril!" "Now, Heaven be around us!" said the terrified Justice--"the son of that black-hearted Papist and traitor, Sir Geoffrey Peveril, now in hands, and on the verge of trial!" "How, sir!" exclaimed Julian, forgetting his situation, and, stepping forward to the grating, with a violence which made the bars clatter, he so startled the appalled Justice, that, snatching his Protestant flail, Master Maulstatute aimed a blow at his prisoner, to repel what he apprehended was a premeditated attack. But whether it was owing to the Justice's hurry of mind, or inexperience in managing the weapon, he not only missed his aim, but brought the swinging part of the machine round his own skull, with such a severe counter-buff, as completely to try the efficacy of his cushioned helmet, and, in spite of its defence, to convey a stunning sensation, which he rather hastily imputed to the consequence of a blow received from Peveril. His assistants did not directly confirm the opinion which the Justice had so unwarrantably adopted; but all with one voice agreed that, but for their own active and instantaneous interferen
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   364   365   366   367   368   369   370   371   372   373   374   375   376   377   378   379   380   381   382   383   384   385   386   387   388  
389   390   391   392   393   394   395   396   397   398   399   400   401   402   403   404   405   406   407   408   409   410   411   412   413   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Justice

 
Peveril
 
Julian
 

Papist

 

forward

 

Protestant

 

brought

 

grating

 

prisoner

 

stepping


appalled

 
Master
 

snatching

 
Maulstatute
 
startled
 

violence

 

clatter

 

Heaven

 

terrified

 

answered


detention

 

interrogation

 

exclaimed

 

forgetting

 

traitor

 
hearted
 

Geoffrey

 

situation

 

missed

 
consequence

imputed

 

received

 

assistants

 

hastily

 
sensation
 

defence

 

convey

 
stunning
 

directly

 

agreed


active
 

instantaneous

 

interferen

 

opinion

 

confirm

 

unwarrantably

 

adopted

 

helmet

 

cushioned

 
inexperience