"
_This_ was a glistening rouleau of gold. Mr. Rashleigh liked gold, and
in spite of his trepidation, managed to put it in his pocket.
"Now, my dear," the happy man said, turning to the little white bride,
"you and Sarah had better retire. Our reverend friend will wish to
return home. I must see him there."
The bride and her attendant left the room without a word. The bridegroom
produced the bandages again.
"I regret the necessity, but I must bind you again. However, it will not
be for long; in a couple of hours you will be at home."
With wonderful skill and rapidity, hands, eyes, and mouth were bound
once more; the parson was led down-stairs, out into the wet night, and
back to his seat in the carriage. The masked man took his place beside
him. John Jones mounted to the driver's perch, and they were off like
the wind.
The promised two hours were very long to the rector, but they ended at
last. The carriage stopped abruptly; he was helped out, and the bandage
taken from his eyes and hands.
"The other must remain for a moment or two," said the mysterious man
with the mask, speaking rapidly.
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