He has made a hell of it for me."
"Who is he? whom do you mean?"
"You should know him well enough by this time, for he has sought your
life often enough already--who should I mean, if not Guy Rivers?"
"And how is she at the mercy of this wretch?"
The landlord continued as if he had not heard the inquiry:
"Well, as I say, I know not how long I shall be able to take care of and
provide for that poor girl, whose wish has prompted me this night to
what I have undertaken. She was my brother's child, Mr. Colleton, and a
noble creature she is. If I live, sir, she will have to become the wife
of Rivers; and, though I love her as my own--as I have never loved my
own--yet she must abide the sacrifice from which, _while I live_, there
is no escape. But something tells me, sir, I have not long to live. I
have a notion which makes me gloomy, and which has troubled me ever
since you have been in prison. One dream comes to me every
night--whenever I sleep--and I wake, all over perspiration, and with a
terror I'm ashamed of.
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