“Then did Christian1 begin to be afraid, and to cast in his mind whether to go back or to stand his ground.”—Pilgrim’s Progress.
Our Pilgrim rose early, with a heart full of hope. He determined2 not to quit the house till he had seen Mr. Searle or his daughter again, and waited in the hall till they should come down. Mark’s attention was at once riveted3 by what he had never seen before—a complete suit of armour4 hung against the wall; and while he was looking at it, and admiring its various parts, the master of the house approached him unobserved.
“That is a fine suit of armour,” said Mr. Searle, “such as was worn in the time of the Crusades, when warlike pilgrims went to the Holy Land. Perhaps you have never heard of such?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Mark, modestly.
“There is the helmet, you see, to protect the head; the mail to cover the body and breast; the weighty
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sword, and the pointed5 shield. You observe the red cross upon it?”
The looks of Mark showed the interest that he took.
“We’re not done with fighting yet,” said the old gentleman, in a quaint6 manner which was peculiar7 to him. “While our three old enemies—the world, the flesh, and the devil—are lying in ambush8 to attack us, and the Holy Land which we hope to gain is before us, we must be armed pilgrims, ay, and fighting pilgrims too!”
“Pray go on, sir,” said Mark, as the old gentleman stopped; “I so like to hear of these things.”
“You see that our Leader has not sent us into battle unprovided. We have the Helmet of Proof, the Hope of Salvation9, to prevent sinful doubts from wounding the head. Then the Breastplate of Righteousness to guard us; for we may be full of knowledge, and quite correct in our belief, but if we give way to wilful11 sin, of what avail is the soundness of the head when the heart is pierced by the fiery12 dart13? Nor must we neglect the Girdle of Truth, nor the preparation of the Gospel of Peace for our feet.”
“That is a part of the armour which I do not understand,” said Mark.
“No? Long before you are as old as I, I hope that you will experimentally understand it. Yet I should think that you had known already what it is to tread some of the rough ways of life.”
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Mark heartily14 assented15 to this.
“And every one knows the difference between walking with shoes and without them. Were I barefoot, I should start if I trod on a thorn, I should bleed if I struck against a sharp-edged stone; and so it is with the people of this world who are not shod with the Preparation of Peace. I have known the smallest thing worry and fret16 them; they were as wretched from one small brier in their path, as if it had been one labyrinth17 of thorns.”
“And are all Christians18 safe from these little vexations?”
“I can’t say that,” replied the old gentleman, “I can’t say that. There are many who cannot tread down small difficulties, but go on their whole way to heaven shrinking and starting at the least of them. But it strikes me that is because, while they have put on all the rest of the armour of God, they have neglected the sandals for the feet.
“Well, to proceed with our description of the armoury of heaven—We come next to the most wonderful, the most powerful of weapons—the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Now this flashed so bright, and its edge was so sharp, in the days of early Christianity, that many were its conquests in various parts of the world, and old idolatry fell fast before it. But when the great Enemy found that it could not be withstood, he devised a deep-laid scheme to destroy its effect, and
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made a curious sheath, all covered with jewels and gold; and the name of this sheath was Superstition19. In this, for many ages, was the Word of God buried; and though flashes of its brightness shone out here and there, it was almost quite hidden from the eyes of the people, till Wickliffe, and Luther, and many Reformers beside—some yielding up their blood and their lives for the truth—drew it from its fatal scabbard, clear and glittering again; and it sent forth20 a flash at its unsheathing that was seen over almost all Europe, and enlightened the distant shores of the New World.
“And now the last thing that we come to is the strong shield Faith. Without this neither helmet nor breastplate could have power to resist the shafts21 of the Enemy. St. Peter threw it aside in a moment of fear, and instantly his righteousness was pierced through and through. And it is not only in battle that our faith is precious; we pillow our head upon it when we rest, and when we take water from the wells of salvation, it is in the hollow of this shield alone that we can raise it to our thirsting lips.”
Ellen now came down-stairs, with her Bible in her hand; that Bible which Mark had prized so dearly, and parted with so very unwillingly23.
“I could not have the heart to deprive you of this,” said she; “take it, and keep it, and may you ever find it to be your best comforter and guide.”
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With what grateful joy Mark replaced the Bible in his bosom24, and with what a courageous25 heart, about an hour after, he set forth to ask his mother’s consent to remaining with Mr. Searle! He had very little doubt of obtaining it, or he would hardly have advanced with such a light, joyous26 step. When he had quitted the town, and found himself on the open plain, he gave vent10 to his happy emotions in songs of praise. We are commanded in everything to give thanks; let us never forget to do so when all seems smiling around us; no—and even when mists fall, and tempests gather over our heads, let us still remember in everything to give thanks.
How many thoughts were awakened27 in the Pilgrim’s mind, as again he approached his home! There was the stile where the Bible had been found; there the stone upon which he had sat to read it, and felt such terror flash upon his mind at the words, “The soul that sinneth, it shall die;” there was the piece of ground which the children had been weeding, when he warned them, but vainly, to flee from the wrath28 to come. There was not a thistle now left on the spot; and as he looked at the earth, all cleared and prepared for seed, Mark silently prayed that the grace of God might likewise so prepare and make ready the hearts of his own little sister and brothers. He could see over the fields, at a little distance, the old ruin where he had first met Mr. Ewart;
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not a day had passed, since that meeting, in which Mark had not prayed with grateful affection for him whose words had been such a blessing29 to his soul.
And now Mark stood at the door of the cottage; a loud, coarse voice which he heard from within announced to him, before he reached it, that John Dowley had returned. There were other things to show that a change had taken place, of which Mark became aware as he entered the cottage. A large pewter pot stood at the door, a black bottle and dirty pack of cards appeared on the table, a joint30 of meat was roasting before the fire, and Ann, who started with surprise on seeing him, wore a silk shawl and golden ear-rings. John must have returned with his pockets full of money.
He was sitting at the table, a short, stout-built man, with a louring expression in his bleared eye, and a face flushed by intemperance31; no one who beheld32 them together would have imagined him to be the father of the pale, thoughtful, intellectual boy, to whose greeting he returned no answer but something resembling a growl33. Mark fancied that Ann looked sorry to see him; but that, perhaps, was no sign of unkindness. Jack34, Madge, and Ben, sprang eagerly forward, full of news, and of things to show him.
“See, Mark, what father has brought me!”
“We’re getting so rich now!”
“Look at my brooch and my bracelets35!”
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Such were the sort of exclamations36 which, uttered all together, took the place of any words of welcome.
Mark, in his secret heart, thanked Heaven that it was not his lot to remain in this place.
“Sit down, Mark,” said Ann, looking joyless, notwithstanding her finery; “and be silent, you children, will you? One can’t hear one’s own voice, in the midst of so much noise.”
The children might not have obeyed their mother very readily, had not a savage37 look from John seconded her words.
“I thought that you had a good situation, Mark,” continued the woman; “you’ve not been so foolish as to leave it?”
“You have not heard, then, of the fire which took place yesterday: poor Mr. Lowe has been burned out of house and home. But a far better situation has been offered to me. If you consent, and if father approve, I shall go to Yorkshire next week, with—”
“Yorkshire!” muttered John; “and what’s the gentleman’s name?”
“Searle; he lives at a place called Silvermere.”
“Silvermere!” exclaimed both Dowley and his wife at once. Anne added, in a voice that was scarcely audible, “That’s close to Castle Fontonore!”
“Everything is arranged for me,” continued Mark; “but I thought that it would not be right to go so far without coming and asking your consent.”
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“Consent!” thundered Dowley, in a tone so loud that the cottage rang again, and the astonished children shrank closer to each other in fear. “Do you think that I ever would consent to your going there?”
Here was a blow so sudden, so unexpected, that it almost took away Mark’s breath. Recovering himself soon, however, he began, “I should be able to maintain myself, perhaps even to assist—”
“Don’t say one word more, or—” John uttered a horrible oath, but left his hearers to imagine, from his clenched38 hand and savage look, what was the threat which he intended should follow.
“At least,” said Mark, in an agitated39 voice, “allow me to return and tell Mr. Searle that you forbid me to go with him. He would think me so ungrateful—”
“What do I care what he thinks!”
“Oh, is it not enough,” cried Mark, in bitterness of spirit, “that my way is barred, that my hopes are ruined—” he could not speak on, his heart was too full.
“If he isn’t going to cry!” whispered Jack.
“A pretty pilgrim, to be so soft!” murmured Ben.
These mocking words roused the spirit of the persecuted40 boy, but it was rather an earthly spirit of indignation than a spirit of endurance for the Lord’s sake.
“Let him go,” said Anne, “and tell the gentleman that he can’t serve him; he can just say that you’ve found something better for him.”
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“He won’t return if I once let him go.”
“Yes, he’ll return; won’t you, Mark?”
“Yes, I will,” replied the boy, with difficulty restraining his tears at even so slight a mark of kindness. John gave ungracious permission rather by silence than words, and Mark left the cottage almost choking with his feelings.
It was a little time before he could regain41 sufficient composure even to look his difficulties in the face. Oh, it is hard to go down into the deep Valley of Humiliation42, and few are those called upon suddenly to descend43 from their high hopes but meet with some slips by the way!
Mark was tempted44, and this was a grievous temptation, to doubt even God’s goodness and mercy towards him. Why was he placed in a situation so painful, why suddenly plunged45 back into that furnace of trial from which he had so lately been snatched? It seemed to Mark as if the Almighty46 had forsaken47 him, as if God had forgotten to be gracious, and had left a poor mortal to be tempted beyond what he could bear!
The pilgrims to heaven must expect on their way thither48 to meet sometimes with trials like this. The Evil One whom they served in the days of their ignorance will not suffer a victim to escape him, without making efforts—strong and subtle efforts too—to draw back the ransomed49 soul to his service. He put rebellious50 thoughts
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into the mind of Mark, like so many fiery darts51, to make him chafe52 with an impatient and despairing spirit, under the difficulty of obeying the fifth commandment; and which of us dare say that in such an inward struggle we should have stood our ground better than he?
But Mark had not been so lately warned and armed, to make no fight against his Enemy. He had still power to lift up his heart in prayer; to try to recall some precious promise on which to stay his sinking spirit. “Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end,” was the word from Scripture53 with which he now met the Enemy. The Saviour54 whom he loved was beside him here, the Saviour was witnessing his struggle with sin, would help him, would bless him, if his faith failed not. Oh, better that wretched abode55 with the presence of his Lord, than the stateliest palace without it! Could he who had been forgiven so much, could he who had been promised so much, faint in the moment of trial! Where should the soldier be but in the battle—what should a pilgrim do but bear his cross!
With thoughts like these poor Mark was struggling for submission56, and resisting the suggestions of evil; but the tempter had yet another shaft22 in his quiver, and tried by arousing another passion to crush down the resistance of piety57 and conscience. Mark heard a quick step behind him, felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and turning round beheld John Dowley.
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“You walk fast,” said the man; “I could hardly overtake you. You were going to the town, were you not? well, I’ve a little job for you to do for me there.”
Mark signified how readily he would do it.
“You see these two bright sovereigns,” said the man, taking two yellow pieces from a heavily filled purse, and putting them into the hand of the boy. “I want these changed—you understand me; buy some trifle at two different shops—mark me, two shops not too near each other; and bring back the change in silver.”
“What trifles do you want?” said Mark, poising58 the coins upon his finger.
“Anything—gingerbread, or sugar-plums, if you like; only see that the change is right.”
Mark struck the two pieces against one another; he did so again, as if not satisfied with the sound. “Are you sure that these are good?” said he.
“What does that matter to you? put them in your pocket, and do as I bid you.”
“Forgive me,” replied the boy; “but I dare not.”
“Dare not! I did not know that you were such a coward. What are you afraid of—the police?”
“I fear doing wrong; I fear offending my God. Oh, father, I cannot pass that money.”
“Say that word again,” muttered Dowley between his teeth, raising a cudgel that he grasped in his hand.
“Ask anything else—anything that is not wrong!
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I consented for you to give up my place. I obeyed you, though in sorrow and disappointment; but this thing I may not, cannot do, even if refusing cost me my life!”
“Then take the consequences!” exclaimed the man in a fury of passion, seizing the unhappy boy with one hand, while with the other he showered on him a torrent59 of blows. Mark winced60 beneath them, struggled, called out for assistance; but neither fear nor torture made him lift a hand against his earthly oppressor, or yield to the assault of the tempter within, who urged him to procure61 mercy at the price of his conscience!
Wearied at length with his barbarous labour, Dowley flung his bruised62, bleeding, gasping63 victim into a dry ditch, and muttering to himself that he had served him out at last, walked with long, hurried strides from the spot.
“That is a fine suit of armour,” said Mr. Searle, “such as was worn in the time of the Crusades, when warlike pilgrims went to the Holy Land. Perhaps you have never heard of such?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Mark, modestly.
“There is the helmet, you see, to protect the head; the mail to cover the body and breast; the weighty
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sword, and the pointed5 shield. You observe the red cross upon it?”
The looks of Mark showed the interest that he took.
“We’re not done with fighting yet,” said the old gentleman, in a quaint6 manner which was peculiar7 to him. “While our three old enemies—the world, the flesh, and the devil—are lying in ambush8 to attack us, and the Holy Land which we hope to gain is before us, we must be armed pilgrims, ay, and fighting pilgrims too!”
“Pray go on, sir,” said Mark, as the old gentleman stopped; “I so like to hear of these things.”
“You see that our Leader has not sent us into battle unprovided. We have the Helmet of Proof, the Hope of Salvation9, to prevent sinful doubts from wounding the head. Then the Breastplate of Righteousness to guard us; for we may be full of knowledge, and quite correct in our belief, but if we give way to wilful11 sin, of what avail is the soundness of the head when the heart is pierced by the fiery12 dart13? Nor must we neglect the Girdle of Truth, nor the preparation of the Gospel of Peace for our feet.”
“That is a part of the armour which I do not understand,” said Mark.
“No? Long before you are as old as I, I hope that you will experimentally understand it. Yet I should think that you had known already what it is to tread some of the rough ways of life.”
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Mark heartily14 assented15 to this.
“And every one knows the difference between walking with shoes and without them. Were I barefoot, I should start if I trod on a thorn, I should bleed if I struck against a sharp-edged stone; and so it is with the people of this world who are not shod with the Preparation of Peace. I have known the smallest thing worry and fret16 them; they were as wretched from one small brier in their path, as if it had been one labyrinth17 of thorns.”
“And are all Christians18 safe from these little vexations?”
“I can’t say that,” replied the old gentleman, “I can’t say that. There are many who cannot tread down small difficulties, but go on their whole way to heaven shrinking and starting at the least of them. But it strikes me that is because, while they have put on all the rest of the armour of God, they have neglected the sandals for the feet.
“Well, to proceed with our description of the armoury of heaven—We come next to the most wonderful, the most powerful of weapons—the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Now this flashed so bright, and its edge was so sharp, in the days of early Christianity, that many were its conquests in various parts of the world, and old idolatry fell fast before it. But when the great Enemy found that it could not be withstood, he devised a deep-laid scheme to destroy its effect, and
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made a curious sheath, all covered with jewels and gold; and the name of this sheath was Superstition19. In this, for many ages, was the Word of God buried; and though flashes of its brightness shone out here and there, it was almost quite hidden from the eyes of the people, till Wickliffe, and Luther, and many Reformers beside—some yielding up their blood and their lives for the truth—drew it from its fatal scabbard, clear and glittering again; and it sent forth20 a flash at its unsheathing that was seen over almost all Europe, and enlightened the distant shores of the New World.
“And now the last thing that we come to is the strong shield Faith. Without this neither helmet nor breastplate could have power to resist the shafts21 of the Enemy. St. Peter threw it aside in a moment of fear, and instantly his righteousness was pierced through and through. And it is not only in battle that our faith is precious; we pillow our head upon it when we rest, and when we take water from the wells of salvation, it is in the hollow of this shield alone that we can raise it to our thirsting lips.”
Ellen now came down-stairs, with her Bible in her hand; that Bible which Mark had prized so dearly, and parted with so very unwillingly23.
“I could not have the heart to deprive you of this,” said she; “take it, and keep it, and may you ever find it to be your best comforter and guide.”
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With what grateful joy Mark replaced the Bible in his bosom24, and with what a courageous25 heart, about an hour after, he set forth to ask his mother’s consent to remaining with Mr. Searle! He had very little doubt of obtaining it, or he would hardly have advanced with such a light, joyous26 step. When he had quitted the town, and found himself on the open plain, he gave vent10 to his happy emotions in songs of praise. We are commanded in everything to give thanks; let us never forget to do so when all seems smiling around us; no—and even when mists fall, and tempests gather over our heads, let us still remember in everything to give thanks.
How many thoughts were awakened27 in the Pilgrim’s mind, as again he approached his home! There was the stile where the Bible had been found; there the stone upon which he had sat to read it, and felt such terror flash upon his mind at the words, “The soul that sinneth, it shall die;” there was the piece of ground which the children had been weeding, when he warned them, but vainly, to flee from the wrath28 to come. There was not a thistle now left on the spot; and as he looked at the earth, all cleared and prepared for seed, Mark silently prayed that the grace of God might likewise so prepare and make ready the hearts of his own little sister and brothers. He could see over the fields, at a little distance, the old ruin where he had first met Mr. Ewart;
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not a day had passed, since that meeting, in which Mark had not prayed with grateful affection for him whose words had been such a blessing29 to his soul.
And now Mark stood at the door of the cottage; a loud, coarse voice which he heard from within announced to him, before he reached it, that John Dowley had returned. There were other things to show that a change had taken place, of which Mark became aware as he entered the cottage. A large pewter pot stood at the door, a black bottle and dirty pack of cards appeared on the table, a joint30 of meat was roasting before the fire, and Ann, who started with surprise on seeing him, wore a silk shawl and golden ear-rings. John must have returned with his pockets full of money.
He was sitting at the table, a short, stout-built man, with a louring expression in his bleared eye, and a face flushed by intemperance31; no one who beheld32 them together would have imagined him to be the father of the pale, thoughtful, intellectual boy, to whose greeting he returned no answer but something resembling a growl33. Mark fancied that Ann looked sorry to see him; but that, perhaps, was no sign of unkindness. Jack34, Madge, and Ben, sprang eagerly forward, full of news, and of things to show him.
“See, Mark, what father has brought me!”
“We’re getting so rich now!”
“Look at my brooch and my bracelets35!”
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Such were the sort of exclamations36 which, uttered all together, took the place of any words of welcome.
Mark, in his secret heart, thanked Heaven that it was not his lot to remain in this place.
“Sit down, Mark,” said Ann, looking joyless, notwithstanding her finery; “and be silent, you children, will you? One can’t hear one’s own voice, in the midst of so much noise.”
The children might not have obeyed their mother very readily, had not a savage37 look from John seconded her words.
“I thought that you had a good situation, Mark,” continued the woman; “you’ve not been so foolish as to leave it?”
“You have not heard, then, of the fire which took place yesterday: poor Mr. Lowe has been burned out of house and home. But a far better situation has been offered to me. If you consent, and if father approve, I shall go to Yorkshire next week, with—”
“Yorkshire!” muttered John; “and what’s the gentleman’s name?”
“Searle; he lives at a place called Silvermere.”
“Silvermere!” exclaimed both Dowley and his wife at once. Anne added, in a voice that was scarcely audible, “That’s close to Castle Fontonore!”
“Everything is arranged for me,” continued Mark; “but I thought that it would not be right to go so far without coming and asking your consent.”
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“Consent!” thundered Dowley, in a tone so loud that the cottage rang again, and the astonished children shrank closer to each other in fear. “Do you think that I ever would consent to your going there?”
Here was a blow so sudden, so unexpected, that it almost took away Mark’s breath. Recovering himself soon, however, he began, “I should be able to maintain myself, perhaps even to assist—”
“Don’t say one word more, or—” John uttered a horrible oath, but left his hearers to imagine, from his clenched38 hand and savage look, what was the threat which he intended should follow.
“At least,” said Mark, in an agitated39 voice, “allow me to return and tell Mr. Searle that you forbid me to go with him. He would think me so ungrateful—”
“What do I care what he thinks!”
“Oh, is it not enough,” cried Mark, in bitterness of spirit, “that my way is barred, that my hopes are ruined—” he could not speak on, his heart was too full.
“If he isn’t going to cry!” whispered Jack.
“A pretty pilgrim, to be so soft!” murmured Ben.
These mocking words roused the spirit of the persecuted40 boy, but it was rather an earthly spirit of indignation than a spirit of endurance for the Lord’s sake.
“Let him go,” said Anne, “and tell the gentleman that he can’t serve him; he can just say that you’ve found something better for him.”
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“He won’t return if I once let him go.”
“Yes, he’ll return; won’t you, Mark?”
“Yes, I will,” replied the boy, with difficulty restraining his tears at even so slight a mark of kindness. John gave ungracious permission rather by silence than words, and Mark left the cottage almost choking with his feelings.
It was a little time before he could regain41 sufficient composure even to look his difficulties in the face. Oh, it is hard to go down into the deep Valley of Humiliation42, and few are those called upon suddenly to descend43 from their high hopes but meet with some slips by the way!
Mark was tempted44, and this was a grievous temptation, to doubt even God’s goodness and mercy towards him. Why was he placed in a situation so painful, why suddenly plunged45 back into that furnace of trial from which he had so lately been snatched? It seemed to Mark as if the Almighty46 had forsaken47 him, as if God had forgotten to be gracious, and had left a poor mortal to be tempted beyond what he could bear!
The pilgrims to heaven must expect on their way thither48 to meet sometimes with trials like this. The Evil One whom they served in the days of their ignorance will not suffer a victim to escape him, without making efforts—strong and subtle efforts too—to draw back the ransomed49 soul to his service. He put rebellious50 thoughts
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into the mind of Mark, like so many fiery darts51, to make him chafe52 with an impatient and despairing spirit, under the difficulty of obeying the fifth commandment; and which of us dare say that in such an inward struggle we should have stood our ground better than he?
But Mark had not been so lately warned and armed, to make no fight against his Enemy. He had still power to lift up his heart in prayer; to try to recall some precious promise on which to stay his sinking spirit. “Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end,” was the word from Scripture53 with which he now met the Enemy. The Saviour54 whom he loved was beside him here, the Saviour was witnessing his struggle with sin, would help him, would bless him, if his faith failed not. Oh, better that wretched abode55 with the presence of his Lord, than the stateliest palace without it! Could he who had been forgiven so much, could he who had been promised so much, faint in the moment of trial! Where should the soldier be but in the battle—what should a pilgrim do but bear his cross!
With thoughts like these poor Mark was struggling for submission56, and resisting the suggestions of evil; but the tempter had yet another shaft22 in his quiver, and tried by arousing another passion to crush down the resistance of piety57 and conscience. Mark heard a quick step behind him, felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and turning round beheld John Dowley.
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“You walk fast,” said the man; “I could hardly overtake you. You were going to the town, were you not? well, I’ve a little job for you to do for me there.”
Mark signified how readily he would do it.
“You see these two bright sovereigns,” said the man, taking two yellow pieces from a heavily filled purse, and putting them into the hand of the boy. “I want these changed—you understand me; buy some trifle at two different shops—mark me, two shops not too near each other; and bring back the change in silver.”
“What trifles do you want?” said Mark, poising58 the coins upon his finger.
“Anything—gingerbread, or sugar-plums, if you like; only see that the change is right.”
Mark struck the two pieces against one another; he did so again, as if not satisfied with the sound. “Are you sure that these are good?” said he.
“What does that matter to you? put them in your pocket, and do as I bid you.”
“Forgive me,” replied the boy; “but I dare not.”
“Dare not! I did not know that you were such a coward. What are you afraid of—the police?”
“I fear doing wrong; I fear offending my God. Oh, father, I cannot pass that money.”
“Say that word again,” muttered Dowley between his teeth, raising a cudgel that he grasped in his hand.
“Ask anything else—anything that is not wrong!
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I consented for you to give up my place. I obeyed you, though in sorrow and disappointment; but this thing I may not, cannot do, even if refusing cost me my life!”
“Then take the consequences!” exclaimed the man in a fury of passion, seizing the unhappy boy with one hand, while with the other he showered on him a torrent59 of blows. Mark winced60 beneath them, struggled, called out for assistance; but neither fear nor torture made him lift a hand against his earthly oppressor, or yield to the assault of the tempter within, who urged him to procure61 mercy at the price of his conscience!
Wearied at length with his barbarous labour, Dowley flung his bruised62, bleeding, gasping63 victim into a dry ditch, and muttering to himself that he had served him out at last, walked with long, hurried strides from the spot.
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