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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription SECRET PURPOSES. 113
CHAPTER XIII. SECRET PURPOSES.
BARSFIELD sought his chamber, but not to sleep. Some ac-
tive thought was in possession of his mind, operating to ex-
clude all sense of weariness, and, indeed, almost to make him
forget, certainly entirely to overlook, the previous fatigues of
the day. He paced his room impatiently for several minutes
before he perceived that the servant was still in waiting.
When he did so, he at once dismissed him ; but, immediately
after, called him back.
Who's that�Tony ?"
Yes, sa."
Where does the traveller the blear-eyed fellow sleep
to-night, 'Pony ?"
In de little shed-room, Mass Cappin.
Does it lock, Tony V'
He Lab bolt inside, sir."'Tis well ; take this ; you may go now."
He gave the negro, as he dismissed him, an English shilling,
which called forth a grin of acknowledgment and a liberal
scraping of feet. Alone the tory captain continued to pace up
and down the apartment, absorbed seemingly in earnest medi-
tation. But his thoughts did not make him forgetful of the
objects around him. He went frequently to the windows, not
to contemplate the loveliness of the night, but to see whether
all was quiet in the little world below. His frequent approach
to his own chamber-door, which he opened at intervals, and
from which he now and then emerged, had a like object ; and
this practice was continued until all sounds had ceased ; until
all the family seemed buried in the �profoundest slumber.