For all that, I was impressed with a terror and anxiety that I could
not overcome, but it only made me mark every event with the
more intense curiosity. The Highlander, whom I still could not
help regarding as the evil genius of Thomas Drummond,
performed every action as with the quickness of thought. He
concealed the youth in black in a narrow entry, a little to the
westward of my windows, and, as he was leading him across the
moonlight green by the shoulder, I perceived, for the first time,
that both of them were armed with rapiers. He pushed him
without resistance into the dark shaded close, made another signal
to me, and hasted up the close to Lucky Sudds' door. The city and
the morning were so still that I heard every word that was uttered,
on putting my head out a little. He knocked at the door sharply,
and, after waiting a considerable space, the bolt was drawn, and
the door, as I conceived, edged up as far as the massy chain
would let it. 'Is young Dalcastle still in the house?' said he
sharply.
"I did not hear the answer, but I heard him say, shortly after, 'If
he is, pray tell him to speak with me for a few minutes.
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