'Something that'll do you good service, young feller,' replied his
journeyman, 'as you'll find. Keep that safe, and where you can lay your
hand upon it in an instant. And chalk "No Popery" on your door to-morrow
night, and for a week to come--that's all.'
'This is a genuine document,' said the locksmith, 'I know, for I have
seen the hand before. What threat does it imply? What devil is abroad?'
'A fiery devil,' retorted Sim; 'a flaming, furious devil. Don't you put
yourself in its way, or you're done for, my buck. Be warned in time, G.
Varden. Farewell!'
But here the two women threw themselves in his way--especially Miss
Miggs, who fell upon him with such fervour that she pinned him against
the wall--and conjured him in moving words not to go forth till he was
sober; to listen to reason; to think of it; to take some rest, and then
determine.
'I tell you,' said Mr Tappertit, 'that my mind is made up. My bleeding
country calls me and I go! Miggs, if you don't get out of the way, I'll
pinch you.'
Miss Miggs, still clinging to the rebel, screamed once vociferously--but
whether in the distraction of her mind, or because of his having
executed his threat, is uncertain.
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