Reseña del libro "Fanshawe (en Inglés)"
Excerpt: ...furniture rattled against the door. "Let us return his fire, Hugh," said the person whom he addressed, composedly lifting the andiron. "He is in want of ammunition: let us send him back his own." The sound of this man's voice produced a most singular effect upon Edward. The moment before, his actions had been those of a raving maniac; but, when the words struck his ear, he paused, put his hand to his forehead, seemed to recollect himself, and finally advanced with a firm and steady step. His countenance was dark and angry, but no longer wild. "I have found you, villain!" he said to the angler. "It is you who have done this." "And, having done it, the wrath of a boy-his drunken wrath-will not induce me to deny it," replied the other, scornfully. "The boy will require a man's satisfaction," returned Edward, "and that speedily." "Will you take it now?" inquired the angler, with a cool, derisive smile, and almost in a whisper. At the same time he produced a brace of pistols, and held them towards the young man. "Willingly," answered Edward, taking one of the weapons. "Choose your distance." The angler stepped back a pace; but before their deadly intentions, so suddenly conceived, could be executed, Hugh Crombie interposed himself between them. "Do you take my best parlor for the cabin of the Black Andrew, where a pistol-shot was a nightly pastime?" he inquired of his comrade. "And you, Master Edward, with what sort of a face will you walk into the chapel to morning prayers, after putting a ball through this man's head, or receiving one through your own? Though, in this last case, you will be past praying for, or praying either." "Stand aside: I will take the risk. Make way, or I will put the ball through your own head," exclaimed Edward, fiercely: for the interval of rationality that circumstances had produced was again giving way to intoxication. "You see how it is," said Hugh to his companion, unheard by Edward. "You shall take a shot at me, sooner...
