The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 110: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. 101 himself to be dressed and conveyed to the carriage of his master, which was waiting at the door. He seemed suddenly to have become calm—occasionally muttering that he would confess all—‘‘ All!” he would repeat, fixing his eyes with a menacing expression upon Grindem—“ all] !”’ “Thank God, it is over!’ muttered the merchant, as he descended the narrow staircase of the humble dwelling; ‘‘a few minutes more, and even my nerves must have given way !” Just as he reached the door, the men had succeeded in getting Gridley into the carriage ; the surgeon, whom he still persisted in calling an officer of justice, on one side of him, a vacant seat being left for the owner of the vehicle on the other. “Ts there any danger?’ he demanded of the surgeon. ‘None; I can tame with him a look.” Grindem still hesitated. “Tf you prefer it, I will ride in the centre, and answer for his safe keeping.”’ Well, I certainly should prefer it.” The arrangement was accordingly made. Just as they drove off, Gridley called his friend Tim’s Dick to the window. The poor fellow obeyed, and advanced from the crowd gathered to witness the departure of the supposed lunatic. Many of the females, especially the widow, were in tears. “« Keep the papers, Tim!” whispered Gridley, with COniiclooecl SS (SO