Joseph Wilmot, or, The Memoirs of a Man-Servant — page 302: what you’re looking at

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JOSEPH WILMOT ; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. i ii | IT mL) | lee WWI PA ae W, S KS ait > - etidre Wee: ~ (\ yf! ‘and oko i lt ite ~ “ “T encountered him—and on that very same evening too,” replied Mr. Henley, “ when I offered ou a seat in my vehicle.” “How extraordinary! But I hope that you did not experience any considerable loss? If I recollect right, you said at the time you had not: much money about you.” “Nor did I lose a single farthing of it,’ re- joined Henley. “The robber wanted my gold—but he very narrowly missed having an ounce of lead in its place. Indeed, I am rather inclined to think that I must have hit him by the manner in which he at once sheered off.” “Pray tell me the particulars,” I said. “ With pleasure,” replied Henley. “You re- collect it was only a little past nine o’clock when T set off, and the night was somewhat dark. I was smoking my cigar as I drove along, thinking of what I had to do at High Wycombe on the following day—and with nothing in the shape of 37 —— EO “ - _ 289 SSN fy hn =\\\ Ss\ fy \ ¥ A | ANAK Ni Wi PSY a highwayman in my mind at all. Indeed, I was perfectly sincere in ridiculing the waiter’s state- ments, and laughing at the notion of a robber, mounted and masked, infesting these districts. The road across the heath was lonely enough: but for this I cared not at all. I am accustomed to travelling by night as well as by day; and had no more fear of highwaymen than I have at this minute of ghosts. I must however inform you that I invariably journey with loaded pistols. Until recently it was a mere matter of habit—a thing insisted upon by the house I travel for: or else it is by no means probable that I should have had any weapons at all. Well, I was enjoying my cigar, and calling over in my mind the names of the people I purposed to visit at High Wycombe, when I presently heard the sounds of a horse’s hoofs. At that instant the waiter’s stories rushed back to my mind; and as a matter. of precaution I grasped one of my pistols,—sticking the whip Eee LL LLL LL LE LE LL LL LIL LL LL A LO A A A et G JOO) (SO)