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‘
But
,
in
this
one
glimpse
of
the
beautiful
face
,
my
uncle
saw
that
the
young
lady
cast
an
imploring
look
upon
him
,
and
that
she
appeared
terrified
and
distressed
.
He
noticed
,
too
,
that
the
young
fellow
in
the
powdered
wig
,
notwithstanding
his
show
of
gallantry
,
which
was
all
very
fine
and
grand
,
clasped
her
tight
by
the
wrist
when
she
got
in
,
and
followed
himself
immediately
afterwards
.
An
uncommonly
ill
-
looking
fellow
,
in
a
close
brown
wig
,
and
a
plum
-
coloured
suit
,
wearing
a
very
large
sword
,
and
boots
up
to
his
hips
,
belonged
to
the
party
;
and
when
he
sat
himself
down
next
to
the
young
lady
,
who
shrank
into
a
corner
at
his
approach
,
my
uncle
was
confirmed
in
his
original
impression
that
something
dark
and
mysterious
was
going
forward
,
or
,
as
he
always
said
himself
,
that
"
there
was
a
screw
loose
somewhere
.
"
It
’
s
quite
surprising
how
quickly
he
made
up
his
mind
to
help
the
lady
at
any
peril
,
if
she
needed
any
help
.
‘
"
Death
and
lightning
!
"
exclaimed
the
young
gentleman
,
laying
his
hand
upon
his
sword
as
my
uncle
entered
the
coach
.
‘
"
Blood
and
thunder
!
"
roared
the
other
gentleman
.
With
this
,
he
whipped
his
sword
out
,
and
made
a
lunge
at
my
uncle
without
further
ceremony
.
My
uncle
had
no
weapon
about
him
,
but
with
great
dexterity
he
snatched
the
ill
-
looking
gentleman
’
s
three
-
cornered
hat
from
his
head
,
and
,
receiving
the
point
of
his
sword
right
through
the
crown
,
squeezed
the
sides
together
,
and
held
it
tight
.
‘
"
Pink
him
behind
!
"
cried
the
ill
-
looking
gentleman
to
his
companion
,
as
he
struggled
to
regain
his
sword
.
‘
"
He
had
better
not
,
"
cried
my
uncle
,
displaying
the
heel
of
one
of
his
shoes
,
in
a
threatening
manner
.
"
I
’
ll
kick
his
brains
out
,
if
he
has
any
—
or
fracture
his
skull
if
he
hasn
’
t
.
"
Exerting
all
his
strength
,
at
this
moment
,
my
uncle
wrenched
the
ill
-
looking
man
’
s
sword
from
his
grasp
,
and
flung
it
clean
out
of
the
coach
window
,
upon
which
the
younger
gentleman
vociferated
,
"
Death
and
lightning
!
"
again
,
and
laid
his
hand
upon
the
hilt
of
his
sword
,
in
a
very
fierce
manner
,
but
didn
’
t
draw
it
.
Perhaps
,
gentlemen
,
as
my
uncle
used
to
say
with
a
smile
,
perhaps
he
was
afraid
of
alarming
the
lady
.
‘
"
Now
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
my
uncle
,
taking
his
seat
deliberately
,
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
have
any
death
,
with
or
without
lightning
,
in
a
lady
’
s
presence
,
and
we
have
had
quite
blood
and
thundering
enough
for
one
journey
;
so
,
if
you
please
,
we
’
ll
sit
in
our
places
like
quiet
insides
.
Here
,
guard
,
pick
up
that
gentleman
’
s
carving
-
knife
.
"
‘
As
quickly
as
my
uncle
said
the
words
,
the
guard
appeared
at
the
coach
window
,
with
the
gentleman
’
s
sword
in
his
hand
.
He
held
up
his
lantern
,
and
looked
earnestly
in
my
uncle
’
s
face
,
as
he
handed
it
in
,
when
,
by
its
light
,
my
uncle
saw
,
to
his
great
surprise
,
that
an
immense
crowd
of
mail
-
coach
guards
swarmed
round
the
window
,
every
one
of
whom
had
his
eyes
earnestly
fixed
upon
him
too
.
He
had
never
seen
such
a
sea
of
white
faces
,
red
bodies
,
and
earnest
eyes
,
in
all
his
born
days
.
‘
"
This
is
the
strangest
sort
of
thing
I
ever
had
anything
to
do
with
,
"
thought
my
uncle
;
"
allow
me
to
return
you
your
hat
,
sir
.
