"Master of Ravenswood," he said, in a conciliating tone, "I think I have
not deserved that you should make this scandal and outrage in my family.
If you will sheathe your sword, and retire with me into my study, I will
prove to you, by the most satisfactory arguments, the inutility of your
present irregular procedure----"
"To-morrow, sir--to-morrow--to-morrow, I will hear you at length,"
reiterated Ravenswood, interrupting him; "this day hath its own sacred
and indispensable business."
He pointed to the door, and Sir William left the apartment.
Ravenswood sheathed his sword, uncocked and returned his pistol to his
belt; walked deliberately to the door of the apartment, which he bolted;
returned, raised his hat from his forehead, and gazing upon Lucy with
eyes in which an expression of sorrow overcame their late fierceness,
spread his dishevelled locks back from his face, and said, "Do you know
me, Miss Ashton? I am still Edgar Ravenswood." She was silent, and he
went on with increasing vehemence: "I am still that Edgar Ravenswood
who, for your affection, renounced the dear ties by which injured honour
bound him to seek vengeance.
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