Penny Dreadfuls, 1854 · page 286 of 399
Joseph Wilmot, or, The Memoirs of a Man-Servant — page 286: what you’re looking at
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ed my ee ee Sr ere om oe we we re ee ee ee JOSEPH WILMOT; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. pL ‘ Tk lie ' cn MUTT | = my Be: @ MW scl ZB y G = iii mn ran yas = di ule —_— with a mere denial, which of course went for nothing. The examination was brief: the Mayor ordered the prisoners to be committed for trial ; and they were lodged for the remainder of the night in a proper place of security. In conse- quence of certain papers found upon Signor Leone’s person, a messenger was sent off to his attorneys at Ajaccio, to convey the sad intelli- gence of his death. The Mayor bound over me and my father, amongst the other witnesses, to appear on the day of trial; and we have come to Ajaccio for the purpose of giving a complete state- ment of the case to the Judge of Instruction, who will have to draw up the indictment. Oh! Signor Wilmot, it is shocking to think that we ever har. boured such men beneath our roof! But that they could be guilty of such a dreadful crime, is indeed astonishing! Their youth—their ap- pearance—their manners—all were so little con- sistent with an idea of such ferocity! Durazzo is 37 a ee SOT | ii : Soe —— ——— _ ah ——— Ean Pea AO EE REE At _— ~ ‘SS SS “ —— OO eee ’ barely five-and-twenty : the other is but sixteen or seventeen And yet, as they have been pirates and are inured to bloodshed, one ought not to be astonished at any enormity which they might commit. And do not you shudder, Signor Wilmot, when you reflect how you have been i in their com- pany “TI am appalled—I feel as if under the in- fluence of some dreadful consternation! It ap- pears to me,” I added, “as if I should presently waken up and find it all to be a dream.” “Alas! it is no dream,” rejoined the farmer’s son: “for never, never can I forget the feelings of horror which seized upon me when I beheld that corpse stretched amidst the ruins. But I must now leave you, Signor Wilmot; for the Judge of Instruction may require my presence.” The farmer’s son then took his leave of me; and I sate in my apartment deliberating no, not deliberating, because deliberation means the to ~y ot) | ae ———_— | | 0) Cc <S) (c@