International Weekly Miscellany - Volume 1, No. 9, August 26, 1850 by Various
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I did know it."
"We had better change the conversation altogether, as it has taken so unpleasant a turn, Hallberg is dead; his errors, be they what they may, lie buried with him. His name stands high with all who knew him Even you, M. D'Effernay--you were his friend." "I his friend? I hated him!--I loathed him!" D'Effernay could not proceed; he foamed at the mouth with rage. "Compose yourself!" said the Captain, rising as he spoke; "you look and speak like a madman." A madman! Who says I am mad? Now I see it all--the connection of the whole--the shameful conspiracy." "Your conduct is perfectly incomprehensible to me," answered the captain, with perfect coolness. "Did you not attend Hallberg in his last illness, and give him his medicines with your own hand?" "I!" stammered D'Effernay. "No! no! no!" he cried, while the captain's growing suspicions increased every moment, on account of the perturbation which his companion displayed. "I never gave his medicines; whoever says that is a liar." "I say it!" exclaimed the officer, in a loud tone, for his patience was exhausted. "I say it, because I know that it was so, and I will maintain that fact against any one at any time. If you choose to contradict the evidence of my senses, it is you who are a liar!" |
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