Wacousta : a tale of the Pontiac conspiracy — Volume 1 by John Richardson
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bosoms of the surrounding throng; and more than one
veteran of the grenadiers, the company to which Halloway belonged, was heard to relieve his chest of the long pent-up sigh that struggled for release. "Enough, prisoner," rejoined the Governor; "on this condition do I grant your request; but recollect,--your disclosure ensures no hope of pardon, unless, indeed, you have the fullest proof to offer in your defence. Do you perfectly understand me? " "I do," replied the soldier firmly; and again he placed his cap on his head, and retired a step or two back among the guard. "Mr. Lawson, let the prisoner be removed, and conducted to one of the private cells. Who is the subaltern of the guard?" "Ensign Fortescue," was the answer. "Then let Ensign Fortescue keep the key of the cell himself. Tell him, moreover, I shall hold him individually responsible for his charge." Once more the prisoner was marched out of the area; and, as the clanking sound of his chains became gradually fainter in the distance, the same voice that had before interrupted the proceedings, pronounced a "God be praised!-- God be praised!" with such melody of sorrow in its |
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