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There was come season for Sir Geoffrey's surprise, since, as he spoke, Major Bridgenorth collected himself-sat up in the chair as one who recovers from a stunning blow-then rose; and wiping with his handkerchief the marks of the explosion from his face, he approached Julian, and said, in the same cold unaltered tone in which he usually expressed himself, "Young man, you have reason to bless God, who has this day saved you from the commission of a great crime."

"Bless the devil, you crop-eared knave!" exclaimed Sir Geoffrey; "for nothing less than the father of all fanatics saved your brains from being blown about like the rinsings of Beelzebub's porridge-pot."

"Sir Geoffrey," said Major Bridgenorth, “I have already told you, that with you I will hold no argument; for to you I am not accountable for any of my actions."

"Master Bridgenorth," said the lady, making strong effort to speak, and to speak with calmness, "whatever revenge your christian state of conscience may permit you to take on my husband-I-I, who have some right to experience compassion at your hand, for most sincerely did I compassionate you when the hand of Heaven was heavy on you-I implore you not to involve my son in our common ruin!-Let the destruction of the father and mother, with the ruin of our ancient house, satisfy your resentment for any wrong which you have ever received at my husband's hand.”

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"Hold your peace, housewife," said the Knight; you speak like a fool, and meddle with what concerns you not.-Wrong at my hand? The cowardly knave has ever had but even too much right. Had I cudgelled the cur soundly when he first bayed at me, the cowardly mongrel had been now crouching at my feet, instead of flying at my throat, throat, But

if I get through this action, as I have got through worse weather, I will pay off old scores, as far as tough crab-tree and old iron will bear me out."

"Sir Geoffrey," replied Bridgenorth, "if the birth you boast of has made you blind to better principles, it might have at least taught you civility. What do you complain of? I am a magistrate; and I execute a warrant, addressed to me by the first authority in the state. I am a creditor also of yours; and law arms me with powers to recover my own property from the hands of an improvident debtor."

"You a magistrate!" said the Knight; "much such a magistrate as Noll was a monarch. Your heart is up, I warrant, because you have the King's pardon; and are replaced on the bench, forsooth, to persecute the poor Papist. There was never turmoil in the state, but knaves had their vantage by it-never pot boiled, but the scum was cast upper

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"For God's sake, my dearest husband," said Lady Peveril, cease this wild talk! It can but incense Master Bridgenorth, who might otherwise consider, that in common charity:

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"Incense him!" said Sir Geoffrey, impatiently interrupting her; "God's-death, madam, you will drive me mad! Have you lived so long in this world, and yet expect consideration and charity from an old starved wolf like that? And if he had it, do you think that I, or you, madam, as my wife, are subjects for his charity?-Julian, my poor fellow, I am sorry thou hast come so unluckily, since thy petronel was not better loaded-but thy credit is lost for ever as a marksman."

This angry colloquy passed so rapidly on all sides, that Julian, scarce recovered from the extremity of astonishment with which he was overwhelmed at finding himself suddenly plunged into a situation

of such extremity; had no time to consider in what way he could most effectually act for the succour of his parents. To speak Bridgenorth fair, seemed the more prudent course; but to this his pride could hardly stoop; yet he forced himself to say, with as much calmness as he could assume, "Master Bridgenorth, since you act as a magistrate, I desire to be treated according to the laws of England; and demand to know of what we are accused, and by whose authority we are arrested?"

"Here is another howlet for ye!" exclaimed the impetuous old Knight; "his mother speaks to a Puritan of charity; and thou must talk of law to a round-headed rebel, with a wanion to you! What warrant hath he, think ye, beyond the Parliament's or the devil's?"

"Who speaks of the Parliament?" said a person entering, whom Peveril recognised as the official person whom he had before seen at the horse-dealer's, and who now bustled in with all the conscious dignity of plenary authority,-"Who talks of the Parliament?" he exclaimed. "I promise you, enough has been found in this house to convict twenty plotters-Here be arms, and that good store. Bring them in, Captain."

"The very same," exclaimed the Captain, approaching, "which I mention in my printed Narrative of information, lodged before the Honourable House of Commons; they were commissioned from old Vander Huys of Rotterdam, by orders of Don John of Austria, for the service of the Jesuits."

"Now, by this light," said Sir Geoffrey; "they are the pikes, musketoons, and pistols, that have been hidden in the garret ever since Naseby-fight!"

"And here," said the Captain's yoke-fellow, Everett, "are proper priest's trappings-antiphoners, and missals, and copes, I warrant you-ay,

and proper pictures too, for Papists to mutter and bow over.

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"Now plague on thy snuffling whine," said Sir Geoffrey; here is a rascal will swear my grandmother's old farthingale to be a priest's vestments, and the story book of Owlenspiegel, a Popish missal!"

"But how's this, Master Bridgenorth?" said Topham, addressing the magistrate; "your honour has been as busy as we have; and you have caught another knave while we recovered these toys."

"I think, sir," said Julian, "If you look into your warrant, which, if I mistake not, names the persons whom you are directed to arrest, you will find you have no title to apprehend me."

"Sir," said the officer, puffing with importance, "I do not know who you are; but I would you were the best man in England, that I might teach you the respect due to the warrant of the House.

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there steps not the man within the British seas, I will arrest him on authority of this bit of parchment; and I do arrest you accordingly.-What do you accuse him of, gentlemen?"

Dangerfield swaggered forward, and peeping under Julian's hat, "Stop my vital breath," he exclaimed, "but I have seen you before, my friend, and I could but think where; but my memory is not worth a bean, since I have been obliged to use it so much of late, in the behalf of the poor state. But I do know the fellow; and I have seen him amongst the Papists-I'll take that on my assured dam nation."

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Why, Captain Dangerfield," said the Captain's smoother, but more dangerous associate,-" verily, it is the same youth whom we saw at the horsemerchant's to-day; and we had matter against him then, only Master Topham did not desire us to bring it out."

"Ye may bring out what ye will against him now, ," said Topham, "for he hath blasphemed the warrant of the House. I think ye said ye saw him somewhere?"

"Ay, verily," said Everett, "I have seen him amongst the seminary pupils at St. Omer's-he was who but he with the regents there."

"Nay, Master Everett, collect yourself," said Topham; "for, as I think, you said you saw him at a consult of the Jesuits in London."

"It was I said so, Master Topham," said the undaunted Dangerfield; "and mine is the tongue that will swear it."

"Good Master Topham," said Bridgenorth, "you may suspend further inquiry at present, as it doth but fatigue and perplex the memory of the King's witnesses.'

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"You are wrong, Master Bridgenorth-clearly wrong. It doth but keep them in wind-only breathes them like greyhounds before a coursing match."

"Be it so," said Bridgenorth, with his usual indifference of manner; "but at present this youth must stand committed upon a warrant, which I will presently sign, of having assaulted me while in discharge of my duty as a magistrate, for the rescue of a person legally attached. Did you not hear the report of a pistol?"

I will swear to it,” said Everett.

And I," said Dangerfield. While we were, making search in the cellar, I heard something very like a pistol-shot; but I conceived it to be the drawing of a long-corked bottle of sack, to see whether there were any Popish reliques in the inside on't."

"A pistol-shot!" exclaimed Topham; "here might have been a second Sir Edmondbury Godfrey's matter.-Oh, thou real spawn of the red old

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