Bruce paused, and listened gloomily to the
departing steps of the abbot. When they were no more heard, with one
hand raising his visor, and the other grasping the scroll of detection:
"Thus, basest of the base race of Cummin!" exclaimed he, "you may for a
moment elude the universal shame which awaits your crimes."
At sight of the fate, on hearing the words of Bruce, the unmanly coward
uttered a cry of terror, and rushed toward the door.
"You pass not here," continued the prince, "till I have laid open all
your guilt; till I have laid open all your guilt; till I have
pronounced you the doom due to a treacherous friend and traitorous
subject."
"Infatuated Bruce!" exclaimed Badenoch, assuming an air of insulted
friendship, not that he found escape impossible; "what false tongue has
persuaded you to arraign one who has ever been but too faithfully the
adherent of your desperate fortunes? I have labored in secret, day and
night, in your service, and thus am I repaid."
Bruce smiled disdainfully at this poor attempt to deceive him; and, as
he stood with his back against the door, he opened the murderous
packet, and read from it all its contents.
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