The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THE FREEMASON’S DAUGHTER. 97 CHAPTER VI. There is nothing like hypocrisy for a man To go through the world with ; like a cloak, It hides all rents and holes. He must look close Who sees the cloven foot beneath its folds. Dxvit oN Two STICKS. No doubt our readers think it high time they should be informed how poor Gridley became an inmate of Mr. Crabb’s private asylum. When Grindem entered the room, as we before stated, the old clerk attempted to spring from his bed, and, in his excitement, struck his humble friend, Tim’s Dick, to the ground. It is from that point in our tale that we resume the thread of our narrative. ‘‘ There!”’ shrieked the madman, for such he mo- mentarily was; “‘there—the devil has found me at last, good resolutions come too late! what fools are men, to think to bribe heaven with prayers and atone- ment! Satan laughs at repentance. Poor Lawrence ! don’t look so pale, I did not murder you.” Gilbert changed colour. “* Murder!’ said the weaver, who had risen from the ground ; ‘“‘ God bless thee, poor heart—it be all madness, sir—I have known him for twenty years. Many a VoL, I. H COUN Goo! SS (SO