At length, by a violent effort, he recovered a little, became once more
conscious, walked about for some time, then surveyed himself in the
glass, and what between the cadaverous hue of his face and the flakes
of red foam which we have described, when taken in connection with his
thick, midnight brows, it need not be wondered at that he felt alarmed
at the state to which he awakened.
After some time, however, he rang for Gibson, who, on seeing him,
started.
"Good God, sir!" said he, quite alarmed, "whit is the matter?"
"I did not ring for you, sir," he replied, "to ask impertinent
questions. Send Gillespie to me."
Gibson withdrew, and in the mean time his master went to his
dressing-room, where he washed himself free of the bloody evidences of
his awful passions. This being done, he returned to the library, where,
in a few minutes, Gillespie attended him."
"Gillespie," he exclaimed, "do you fear God?"
"I hope I do, Sir Thomas, as well as another, at any rate."
"Well, then, begone, for you are useless to me--begone, sirrah, and get
me some one that fears neither God nor devil.
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