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High Quality Printer Ink Delivered Right To Your Door
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Tue Aug 9 14:02:39 2016
Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 13:56:10 -0400
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<p>High Quality Printer Ink Delivered Right To Your Door<br /> Varney le=
ft the room with a mute expression of rage, and was followed by Foster, who=
se apprehension, naturally slow, was overpowered by the eager and abundant =
discharge of indignation which, for the first time, he had heard burst from=
the lips of a being who had seemed, till that moment, too languid and too =
gentle to nurse an angry thought or utter an intemperate expression. Foster=
, therefore, pursued Varney from place to place, persecuting him with inter=
rogatories, to which the other replied not, until they were in the opposite=
side of the quadrangle, and in the old library, with which the reader has =
already been made acquainted. Here he turned round on his persevering follo=
wer, and thus addressed him, in a tone tolerably equal, that brief walk hav=
ing been sufficient to give one so habituated to command his temper time to=
rally and recover his presence of mind. " Tony," he said, with h=
is usual sneering laugh, " it avails not to deny it. The Woman and the=
Devil, who, as thine oracle Holdforth will confirm to thee, cheated man at=
the beginning, have this day proved more powerful than my discretion. Yon =
termagant looked so tempting, and had the art to preserve her countenance s=
o naturally, while I communicated my lord' s message, that, by my faith, I =
thought I might say some little thing for myself. She thinks she hath my he=
ad under her girdle now, but she is deceived. Where is Doctor Alasco?"=
" In his laboratory," answered Foster. " It is the hour he =
is spoken not withal. We must wait till noon is past, or spoil his importan=
t--what said I? important!--I would say interrupt his divine studies."=
" Ay, he studies the devil' s divinity," said Varney; " but=
when I want him, one hour must suffice as well as another. Lead the way to=
his pandemonium." So spoke Varney, and with hasty and perturbed steps=
followed Foster, who conducted him through private passages, many of which=
were well-nigh ruinous, to the opposite side of the quadrangle, where, in =
a subterranean apartment, now occupied by the chemist Alasco, one of the Ab=
bots of Abingdon, who had a turn for the occult sciences, had, much to the =
scandal of his convent, established a laboratory, in which, like other fool=
s of the period, he spent much precious time, and money besides, in the pur=
suit of the grand arcanum. Anthony Foster paused before the door, which was=
scrupulously secured within, and again showed a marked hesitation to distu=
rb the sage in his operations. But Varney, less scrupulous, roused him by k=
nocking and voice, until at length, slowly and reluctantly, the inmate of t=
he apartment undid the door. The chemist appeared, with his eyes bleared wi=
th the heat and vapours of the stove or alembic over which he brooded and t=
he interior of his cell displayed the confused assemblage of heterogeneous =
substances and extraordinary implements belonging to his profession. The ol=
d man was muttering, with spiteful impatience, " Am I for ever to be r=
ecalled to the affairs of earth from those of heaven?" " To the a=
ffairs of hell," answered Varney, " for that is thy proper elemen=
t.--Foster, we need thee at our conference." " Foster slowly ente=
red the room. Varney, following, barred the door, and they betook themselve=
s to secret council. In the meanwhile, the Countess traversed the apartment=
, with shame and anger contending on her lovely cheek. " The villain,&=
quot; she said--" the cold-blooded, calculating slave!-- But I unmaske=
d him, Janet--I made the snake uncoil all his folds before me, and crawl ab=
road in his naked deformity; I suspended my resentment, at the danger of su=
ffocating under the effort, until he had let me see the very bottom of a he=
art more foul than hell' s darkest corner.--And thou, Leicester, is it poss=
ible thou couldst bid me for a moment deny my wedded right in thee, or thys=
elf yield it to another?--But it is impossible--the villain has lied in all=
--Janet, I will not remain here longer--I fear him--I fear thy father. I g=
rieve to say it, Janet--but I fear thy father, and, worst of all, this odio=
us Varney, I will escape from Cumnor." " Alas! madam, whither wou=
ld you fly, or by what means will you escape from these walls?" "=
I know not, Janet," said the unfortunate young lady, looking upwards!=
and clasping her hands together, " I know not where I shall fly, or b=
y what means; but I am certain the God I have served will not abandon me in=
this dreadful crisis, for I am in the hands of wicked men." " Do=
not think so, dear lady," said Janet; " my father is stern and s=
trict in his temper, and severely true to his trust--but yet--" At thi=
s moment Anthony Foster entered the apartment, bearing in his hand a glass =
cup and a small flask. His manner was singular; for, while approaching the =
Countess with the respect due to her rank, he had till this time suffered t=
o become visible, or had been unable to suppress, the obdurate sulkiness of=
his natural disposition, which, as is usual with those of his unhappy temp=
er, was chiefly exerted towards those over whom circumstances gave him cont=
rol. But at present he showed nothing of that sullen consciousness of autho=
rity which he was wont to conceal under a clumsy affectation of civility an=
d deference, as a ruffian hides his pistols and bludgeon under his ill-fash=
ioned gaberdine. And yet it seemed as if his smile was more in fear than co=
urtesy, and as if, while he pressed the Countess to taste of the choice cor=
dial, which should refresh her spirits after her late alarm, he was conscio=
us of meditating some further injury. His hand trembled also, his voice fal=
tered, and his whole outward behaviour exhibited so much that was suspiciou=
s, that his daughter Janet, after she had stood looking at him in astonishm=
ent for some seconds, seemed at once to collect herself to execute some har=
dy resolution, raised her head, assumed an attitude and gait of determinati=
on and authority, and walking slowly betwixt her father and her mistress, t=
ook the salver from the hand of the former, and said in a low but marked an=
d decided tone, " Father, I will fill for my noble mistress, when such=
is her pleasure." " Thou, my child?" said Foster, eagerly a=
nd apprehensively; " no, my child--it is not THOU shalt render the lad=
y this service." " And why, I pray you," said Janet, " =
if it be fitting that the noble lady should partake of the cup at all?"=
; " Why--why?" said the seneschal, hesitating, and then bursting =
into passion as the readiest mode of supplying the lack of all other reason=
--" why, because it is my pleasure, minion, that you should not! Get y=
ou gone to the evening lecture." " Now, as I hope to hear lecture=
again," replied Janet, " I will not go thither this night, unles=
s I am better assured of my mistress' s safety. Give me that flask, father&=
quot; --and she took it from his reluctant hand, while he resigned it as if=
conscience- struck. " And now," she said, " father, that wh=
ich shall benefit my mistress, cannot do ME prejudice. Father, I drink to y=
ou." Foster, without speaking a word, rushed on his daughter and wrest=
ed the flask from her hand; then, as if embarrassed by what he had done, an=
d totally unable to resolve what he should do next, he stood with it in his=
hand, one foot advanced and the other drawn back, glaring on his daughter =
with a countenance in which rage, fear, and convicted villainy formed a hid=
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