Placing her under the charge of the old lady, Munro uttered a few
consolatory words in Lucy's ear, but she heard him not. Her thoughts
evidently wandered to other than selfish considerations at that moment,
and, as he left the chamber, she raised her finger impressively:--
"Do no murder, uncle! let him not persuade you into crime; break off
from a league which compels you to brook a foul insult to those you are
bound in duty to protect."
"Would I could!" was his muttered sentence as he left the chamber. He
felt the justice of the counsel, but wore the bewildered expression of
countenance of one conscious of what is right, but wanting courage for
its adoption.
"She has told you no foolish story of me?" was the somewhat anxious
speech of Rivers upon the reappearance of the landlord.
"She has said nothing in plain words, Guy Rivers--but yet quite enough
to make me doubt whether you, and not this boy we pursue, should not
have my weapon in your throat. But beware! The honor of that child of
Edgar Munro is to me what would have been my own; and let me find that
you have gone a tittle beyond the permitted point, in speech or action,
and we cut asunder.
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