There were life and motion, and a world
astir, to divide the attention of Day. It was the eye of Night--of
wakeful, watchful, silent, and attentive Night, with so much leisure for
the observation of his wicked thoughts--that he dreaded most. There is
no glare in the night. Even Glory shows to small advantage in the night,
upon a crowded battle-field. How then shows Glory's blood-relation,
bastard Murder!
Aye! He made no compromise, and held no secret with himself now. Murder.
He had come to do it.
'Let me get down here' he said
'Short of the town, eh!' observed the coachman.
'I may get down where I please, I suppose?'
'You got up to please yourself, and may get down to please yourself. It
won't break our hearts to lose you, and it wouldn't have broken 'em if
we'd never found you. Be a little quicker. That's all.'
The guard had alighted, and was waiting in the road to take his money.
In the jealousy and distrust of what he contemplated, he thought this
man looked at him with more than common curiosity.
'What are you staring at?' said Jonas.
'Not at a handsome man,' returned the guard.
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