Ivan the Terrible; or, Dark Deeds of Night — page 13: what you’re looking at

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IVAN THE | H ii f i ! / f sce | H 4 | ; ii 4 te prea LAURA AND THE GIPSY GIRL VISIT THE ABBEY RUINS.—See No.3. Darby the groom, plucky, frolicsome and famous boxer as he was, was startled for the moment when he perceived the deadly intentions of his young master, and prayed and be- seeched of him not torisk his life in combat with sharp-edged weapons, for a true British stable-boy, as he was, he had an inveterate hatred of everything save good hard knuckles and a stout arm to settle all disputes, and therefore he stood aghast at the shining, deadly swords. : “Be brave of heart, Darby. Remember I am a Percy, and will always hold myself as such in face of friend or foe.” ‘Have you any message to leave, sir, in case you should fall?”’ sobbed Darby, begging and beseeching Harry to allow lim to settle the dispute. “‘ For, look you here, Master Harry,” said he, displaying his,strong and muscular arm, “ I can whop half-a-dozen sich as they is in a twinkling. I can give ’em one, two, and a busier, in no time !” “My faithful servant, if I should die, tell my father all that you know concerning this affair, and add that I died as a Percy should, with hisface tothe foe, in the cause of woman’s honour and virtue,” said Harry, firmly. Casting a look of affectionate regret at the dead body of his friend, he approached Count Vincento, No, 2, ee TERRIBLE. 9 AS Sem a i" :. = re in ‘Ss =i \ iy 34 Re + A —— q ' The Count contemptuously pointed his sword towards the colonel’s gory body, as much as to say, * You will also lie there, within a few moments.” Harry, with a smile upon his handsome, manly face, pointed his sword to heaven, saying aloud, “In heaven alone I trust |” Two of the seconds conducted each his principal to within four feet of one another. They crossed swords. The seconds withdrew, saying, “ Now, gentlemen !”’ At that single simple word, both combatants stepped a pace forward, and their blades were quickly entangled up to the hilt. “Retire,” said Harry, all coolness and experiness. ‘‘ J never retire before a silly dog !”’ was the response of the scowling, vindictive Count. “Very well, sir, Z do,’ was Harry’s jovial remark, as he stepped back a single pace. A few moments of frightful anxiety passed, The swords twined round each other like snakes in deadly embrace. CoORmicloookxs.con