The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 75: what you’re looking at

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66 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. Matthew acted like a blackguard, and my nephew kicked him.” | ‘Of course,” said Henry. The cool, matter-of-course way in which Gilbert treated so serious an affair as the kicking of Matthew, was more galling to the pride of that worthy gentle- man’s father than all he had yet endured. Without a word he bowed and withdrew, for even his servility could stand the sting no longer. | ‘‘T shall pay him yet!” he muttered, as he closed the door. ‘I am sure I shall; drop by drop he shall digest the venom he has made me swallow! I should not die like a Christian in my bed,” he added, “if I died unrevenged. Patience—patience—if I can only get old Gridley’s secret, we shall see, then, who most excels in the art of tormenting !” “Henry,” said his uncle, as soon as they were alone, “how came you to have an appointment with Amy Lawrence ?” “ An appointment with Amy Lawrence ?”’ “I did not ask you to repeat my words, but to answer them,” drily, observed the merchant, regarding him as if he would read him through. “I had no appointment with the young lady, sir, and thought no more of meeting her at the moment . when she solicited my protection, than I did of encoun- tering the Queen of Sheba.” “‘'You would deceive me?” said Grindem, shaking his head. COniiclooecl SS (SO