
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...two Beasts, and the little one derived his power from the elder, which was wounded, though not to death. That wound I take to be the failure of Polpluggan, from which old Trampleasure recovered. As to the little Beast, there can be no question about him--Sampson Trampleasure, junior.' 'That is certain!' exclaimed the chorus, and all the heads shook to the left. 'But, good heavens, what have we here!' cried Mr. Flamank. The carriage stopped. 'What's the matter there?' inquired the driver of the chaise, ts he drew up. 'Why, bless me!' said the minister, starting to his feet. 'As sure as I am alive that is Mr. John Herring. Stay, j'oung man,' he called to the waggoner. 'How comes the gentleman in such a plight? Girl,' to Joyce, 'where did you find him? Is he alive? Is he badly hurt? How came this about?' The little man jumped out of the carriage in a fever of excitement, and pity, and alarm. Joyce gave him no information, but he picked up something from the boy who drove, and learned that, in some way or other, Sampson Tramplara was involved. 'Bless my soul!' exclaimed Mr. Flamank. 'One cannot be too thankful for mercies. Actually John Herring made me--me run after this cut-throat murderer--and yet I remain unhurt; whereas John Herring, who takes up the chase, is killed. A really startling interposition of Providence.' 'He be not dead,' said Joyce, fiercely; 'I shan't let 'n die, I shan't.' Then the waggon moved on. 'Where be West Wyke to?' asked the driver. 'I'll tell'y where to stop,' answered Joyce. 'Go right on till I shout Wo!' She allowed him to proceed past the turning over the turf leading to "West Wyke, and then she suddenly gave the signal to halt. 'The road over the moor be too bad to travel wi' wheels,' said Joyce. 'You bide here, and I will f...
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