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The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain

CHAPTER XVI
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You see, then, I am not worth a plot, nor would it be a high-minded or honorable act for any gentleman to conspire against one who is nobody's enemy, but appears to have all the world against him.

Yes, and they thought when I used to get into my silent moods that I was mad.

No, but I was in heaven, enjoying, as I said, my mountains, my rivers, and my green fields.

I was in heaven, I say, and walked in the light of heaven, for I was a little boy once more, and saw its radiance upon them, as I used to do long ago.

But do you know what occurs to me this moment, most taciturn ?" He added, after a short pause, being moved, probably, by one of those quick and capricious changes to which both the intoxicated and insane are proverbially liable: "It strikes me, that you probably are descended from the man in the iron mask--ha--ha--ha! Or stay, was there ever such a thing in this benevolent and humane world of ours as a man with an iron heart?
If so, who knows, then, but you may date your ancestry from him?
Ay, right enough; we are in a coach, I think, and going--going--going to--to--to--ah, where to?
I know--oh, my God--we are going to--to--to----" and here poor Fenton once more fell asleep, as was evident by his deep but oppressive breathing.
Now the baronet, although he maintained a strict silence during their journey, a silence which it was not his intention to break, made up for this cautious taciturnity by thought and those reflections which originated from his designs upon Fenton.


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