The Library of fiction - or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character (1836) (14766278685)

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Title: The Library of fiction : or, Family story-teller, consisting of original tales, essays, and sketches of character
Year: 1836 (1830s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Tugg's at Ramsgate Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870. Little talk about spring and the sweeps
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Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign



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.The boy? submitting without a struggle, looked up in the Gue-rillas face. The Guerilla looked down at the boy—and still■with a smile! The process was nearly completed, when the Guerilla in avoice of thunder and command cried, Stop! The execu-tioner, mechanically desisting, gaped at the Guerilla, as didalso the Senor and the crowd—all seemed electrified by thetone in which the Guerilla uttered that single word. * Is there a man in Burgos— in the same tone proceeded theGuerilla, Is there a man in Burgos who lost about sixteenyears ago a daughter two years old ? The Senor started, and now bent upon the Guerilla a look ofthe most intense interest and eager inquiry. * What mean you ? said the Senor. What I say ! replied the Guerilla, and repeated the ques-tion. *« Yes; I am that man ! said the Senor: I lost a daughtersixteen years ago at the age of two years old! Knowest thouaught of that girl ? You see I do! « And what? Unbind the boy! said the Guerilla, calmly folding hisarms.
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Page 59 Vol. 2 THE GUERILLA. 59 Does she live? impetuously inquired the Senor. * Unbind the boy! .* Knowest thou where she is? asked the Senor with in-creasing impatience. * Unbind the boy! * Wretch! furiously vociferated the Senor, you shall beput to the torture ! A loud hoarse laugh was the reply of the Guerilla, and * Un-bind the boy ! was again calmly repeated. The indignation—■the impatience, of the Senor all at once subsided. The expres-■ sion of liis eye changed to something like respect and deferenceas he kept it still fixed upon the Guerilla, upon whom the crowdnow gazed with a feeling rather of admiration than hostility.The boy never moved his eyes from his companion, whose smileseemed as permanent as the hue of his cheek while he stoodlike a figure hewn out of rock. There was a dead silence ofseveral minutes. Unbind the boy! at length said the Senor. He wasobeyed. Now? said he, addressing the Guerilla. * Remove us hence ! calmly rejoined the latter. Do you sport with