Page:The robbers - a tragedy (IA robberstragedy00schiiala).pdf/161

No, he did not say that.—But when Miss Amelia was walking with him in the gallery—I was listening at the door—he stopp'd before my late master's picture, as if he had been thunderstruck—and Miss Amelia pointed to the picture, and said He was an excellent man—Yes, said he, "most excellent;" and he wiped his eyes when he said it.

Go! quick! Call Herman hither!

'Tis clear as day!—'Tis Charles!—He will now come, and imperiously ask—Where is my inheritance?——And is it for this that I have lost my sleep—moved heaven and earth for this! stifled the cries of nature in my breast—and now when the reward should come—this vagabond, this beggar, steps between, and with his horrid hand tears all this fine spun web.—Softly—'Tis but a step—an easy one—a little murder!—None but a driveller would leave his work imperfect—or idly look on till time should finish it.——