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BARNABY RUDGE - A TALE OF THE RIOTS OF 'EIGHTY by Charles ...

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But even this failed to awaken the sleeper. He turned over towardsthe fire, his arm fell to the ground, and his head drooped heavilyupon it. The widow and her unwelcome visitor gazed at him and ateach other for a moment, and then she motioned him towards thedoor.'Stay,' he whispered. 'You teach your son well.''I have taught him nothing that you heard to-night.instantly, or I will rouse him.'Depart'You are free to do so. Shall I rouse him?''You dare not do that.''I dare do anything, I have told you.At least I will know him.'He knows me well, it seems.'Would you kill him in his sleep?' cried the widow, throwingherself between them.'Woman,' he returned between his teeth, as he motioned her aside,'I would see him nearer, and I will. If you want one of us to killthe other, wake him.'With that he advanced, and bending down over the prostrate form,softly turned back the head and looked into the face. The light ofthe fire was upon it, and its every lineament was revealeddistinctly. He contemplated it for a brief space, and hastilyuprose.'Observe,' he whispered in the widow's ear: 'In him, of whoseexistence I was ignorant until to-night, I have you in my power.Be careful how you use me. Be careful how you use me. I amdestitute and starving, and a wanderer upon the earth. I may takea sure and slow revenge.'

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