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‘To the block！’ It would be difficult to convey an adequate idea
of the excited manner in which he gave these answers to the
secretary’s promptings； of the rapidity of his utterance； or the
violence of his tone and gesture； in which； struggling through his
Puritan’s demeanour； was something wild and ungovernable
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which broke through all restraint。 For some minutes he walked
rapidly up and down the room； then stopping suddenly；
exclaimed；
‘Gashford—You moved them yesterday too。 Oh yes！ You did。’
‘I shone with a reflected light； my lord；’ replied the humble
secretary； laying his hand upon his heart。 ‘I did my best。’
‘You did well；’ said his master； ‘and are a great and worthy
instrument。 If you will ring for John Grueby to carry the
portmanteau into my room； and will wait here while I undress； we
will dispose of business as usual； if you’re not too tired。’
‘Too tired； my lord！—But this is his consideration！ Christian
from head to foot。’ With which soliloquy； the secretary tilted the
jug； and looked very hard into the mulled wine； to see how much
remained。
John Willet and John Grueby appeared together。 The one
bearing the great candlesticks； and the other the portmanteau；
showed the deluded lord into his chamber； and left the secretary
alone； to yawn and shake himself； and finally to fall asleep before
the fire。
‘Now； Mr Gashford sir；’ said John Grueby in his ear； after what
appeared to him a moment of unconsciousness； ‘my lord’s abed。’
‘Oh。 Very good； John；’ was his mild reply。 ‘Thank you； John。
Nobody need sit up。 I know my room。’
‘I hope you’re not a…going to trouble your head to…night； or my
lord’s head neither； with anything more about Bloody Mary；’ said
John。 ‘I wish the blessed old creetur had never been born。’
‘I said you might go to bed； John；’ returned the secretary。 ‘You
didn’t hear me； I think。’
‘Between Bloody Marys； and blue cockades； and glorious
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Queen Besses； and no Poperys； and Protestant associations； and
making of speeches；’ pursued John Grueby； looking； as usual； a
long way off； and taking no notice of this hint； ‘my lord’s half off
his head。 When we go out o’ doors； such a set of ragamuffins
comes a…shouting after us； “Gordon forever！” that I’m ashamed of
myself and don’t know where to look。 When we’re indoors； they
come a…roaring and screaming about the house like so many
devils； and my lord instead of ordering them to be drove away；
goes out into the balcony and demeans himself by making
speeches to ’em； and calls ’em “Men of England；” and “Fellow…
countrymen；” as if he was fond of ’em and thanked ’em for
coming。 I can’t make it out； but they’re all mixed up somehow or
another with that unfort’nate Bloody Mary； and call her name out
till they’re hoarse。 They’re all Protestants too—every man and boy
among ’em： and Protestants are very fond of spoons； I find； and
silver…plate in general； whenever area…gates is left open
accidentally。 I wish that was the worst of it； and that no more harm
might be to come； but if you don’t stop these ugly customers in
time； Mr Gashford （and I know you； you’re the man that blows the
fire）； you’ll find ’em grow a little bit too strong for you。 One of
these evenings； when the weather gets warmer and Protestants
are thirsty； they’ll be pulling London down；—and I never heard
that Bloody Mary went as far as that。’
Gashford had vanished long ago； and these remarks had been
bestowed on empty air。 Not at all discomposed by the discovery；
John Grueby fixed his hat on； wrongside foremost that he might
be unconscious of the shadow of the obnoxious cockade； and
withdrew to bed； shaking his head in a very gloomy and prophetic
manner until he reached his chamber。
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ashford； with a smiling face； but still with looks of
profound deference and humility； betook himself towards
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his master’s room； smoothing his hair down as he went；
and humming a psalm tune。 As he approached Lord George’s
door； he cleared his throat and hummed more vigorously。
There was a remarkable contrast between this man’s
occupation at the moment； and the expression of his countenance；
which was singularly repulsive and malicious。 His beetling brow
almost obscured his eyes； his lip was curled contemptuously； his
very shoulders seemed to sneer in stealthy whisperings with his
great flapped ears。
‘Hush！’ he muttered softly； as he peeped in at the chamber…
door。 ‘He seems to be asleep。 Pray Heaven he is！ Too much
watching； too much care； too much thought—ah！ Lord preserve
him for a martyr！ He is a saint； if ever saint drew breath on this
bad earth。’
Placing his light upon a table； he walked on tiptoe to the fire；
and sitting in a chair before it with his back towards the bed； went
on communing with himself like one who thought aloud：
‘The saviour of his country and his country’s religion； the friend
of his poor countrymen； the enemy of the proud and harsh；
beloved of the rejected and oppressed； adored by forty thousand
bold and loyal English hearts—what happy slumbers his should
be！’ And here he sighed； and warmed his hands； and shook his