Wylder's Hand by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
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page 385 of 664 (57%)
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Folded in this was a thin slip of foreign paper, on which were traced
these lines:-- '_Private._ 'DEAR LARKIN,--Don't funk the interview with the beast Lake--a hyaena has no pluck in him. When he reads what I send him by your hand, he'll be as mild as you please. Parkes must act for me as usual--no bluster about giving up. Lake's afraid of yours, 'M. W.' Within was what he called his 'notice' to Stanley Lake, and it was thus conceived:-- '_Private._ 'DEAR LAKE--I understand you are trying to make all safe for next election in Dollington or the county. Now, understand at once, that _I won't permit that_. There is not a country gentleman on the grand jury who is not your superior; and there is no extremity I will not make you feel--and you know what I mean--if you dare despise this first and not unfriendly warning. 'Yours truly, 'MARK WYLDER.' |
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