, to all which the unnatural fiend in the tartans
answered with a loud exulting laugh; and then, taking the poor
paralysed murderer by the bow of the arm, be hurried him in the
dark entry once more, where I lost sight of them for ever."
Before this time Mrs. Logan had risen up; and, when the narrator
had finished, she was standing with her arms stretched upwards at
their full length, and her visage turned down, on which were
portrayed the lines of the most absolute horror. "The dark
suspicions of my late benefactor have been just, and his last
prediction is fulfilled," cried she. "The murderer of the
accomplished George Colwan has been his own brother, set on,
there is little doubt, by her who bare them both, and her directing
angel, the self-justified bigot. Aye, and yonder they sit, enjoying
the luxuries so dearly purchased, with perfect impunity! If the
Almighty do not hurl them down, blasted with shame and
confusion, there is no hope of retribution in this life. And, by His
might, I will be the agent to accomplish it! Why did the man not
pursue the foul murderers? Why did he not raise the alarm, and
call the watch?"
"He? The wretch! He durst not move from the shelter he had
obtained.
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