"The grace of God has no such effect upon me!" said I, rapping Ned
over the mouth with the back of my hand. Before the matter could go
any further, Philip caught my arm, and Cornelius's, and hurried us out
of the tavern.
I now knew what had broken the friendship between Fanny and her
worthless brother. I feared a catastrophe when Mr. Faringfield should
learn of the occurrence at the tavern. But, thanks to the silence of
us who were concerned, and to the character of the few gentlemen with
whom he deigned to converse, it never came to his ears. Ned, restored
to his senses, and fearing for his maintenance, made no attempt to
retaliate my blow; and resumed his weary pretence of reformation. But
years afterward we were to recall his story of the Irishman's sister.
CHAPTER VII.
_Enemies in War._
As this is not a history of the wars I shall not dwell upon the talk
and preparations that went on during the weeks ensuing upon our
eventful Sunday: which talk was common to both parties, but which
preparations were mainly on the part of the rebels, we loyalists
awaiting events and biding the return from England of Governor Tryon.
There were looks of suspicion exchanged, and among the more violent
and uncouth there were open boasts bandied, open taunts reciprocated,
and open threats hurled back and forth. Most of the quality of the
town were on the loyal side; but yet there were some excellent
families--such as the Livingstones--who stood first and last among the
so-called Whigs.
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