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The Complete Prose Works of Martin Farquhar Tupper

CHAPTER XLIII
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Should he rush out, like a Malay running a muck, with a carving-knife in each hand, and kill right and left:--vengeance! vengeance! on Jonathan Floyd, and John Vincent?
No, no; for some of them at last would overcome him, think him mad, and, O terror!--his doom for life, without the means of death, would be solitary confinement.

"Stay! with this knife in my hand--means of death--yes, it shall be so." And he hurriedly drew the knife across his throat; no use, nothing done; his cowardly skin shrank away from cutting--he dared not cut again; a little bloody scratch was all.
But the heart, the heart--that should be easier! And the miscreant, not quite a Cato, gave a feeble stab, that made a little puncture.

Not yet, Simon Jennings; no, not yet; you shall not cheat the gallows.

"Ha! hanging, hanging! why had I not thought of that before ?" He mounted on a chair with a gimlet in his hand, and screwed it tightly into the wainscotting as high as he could reach; then he took a cord from the sacking of his bed, secured it to the gimlet, made a noose, put his head in, kicked the chair away--and swung by his wounded neck; in vain, all in vain; as he struggled in the agonies of self-protecting nature, the handle of the gimlet came away, and he fell heavily to the ground.
"Bless us!" said Sarah to one of the house-maids, as they were arranging their curl-papers to go to bed: "what can that noise be in Mr.
Jennings's room?
his tall chest of drawers has fallen, I shouldn't wonder: it was always unsafe to my mind.

Listen, Jenny, will you ?" Jenny crept out, and, as laudable females sometimes do, listened at Simon's key-hole.
"Lack-a-daisy, Sall, such a groaning and moaning; p'raps he's a-dying: put on your cap again, and tell Jonathan to go and see." Sarah did as she was bid, and Jonathan did as he was bid; and there was Mr.Jennings on the floor, blue in the face, with a halter round his neck.
The house was soon informed of the interesting event, and the bailiff was nursed as tenderly as if he had been a sucking babe; fomentations, applications, hot potations: but he soon came to again, without any hope or wish to repeat the dread attempt: he was kept in bed, closely watched, and Stephen Cramp, together with his rival, Eager, remained continually in alternate attendance: until a day or two recovered him as strong as ever.


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