[The Monk; a romance by M. G. Lewis]@TWC D-Link bookThe Monk; a romance CHAPTER III 44/68
It told me, that I ought to imitate the Baroness, and pretend that the liquor had taken its full effect upon me.
I did so, and in a few minutes seemed perfectly overcome with slumber. 'So!' cried Baptiste, as I fell back in my chair; 'At last He sleeps! I began to think that He had scented our design, and that we should have been forced to dispatch him at all events.' 'And why not dispatch him at all events ?' enquired the ferocious Jacques.
'Why leave him the possibility of betraying our secret? Marguerite, give me one of my Pistols: A single touch of the trigger will finish him at once.' 'And supposing,' rejoined the Father, 'Supposing that our Friends should not arrive tonight, a pretty figure we should make when the Servants enquire for him in the Morning! No, no, Jacques; We must wait for our Associates.
If they join us, we are strong enough to dispatch the Domestics as well as their Masters, and the booty is our own; If Claude does not find the Troop, we must take patience, and suffer the prey to slip through our fingers.
Ah! Boys, Boys, had you arrived but five minutes sooner, the Spaniard would have been done for, and two thousand Pistoles our own.
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