ad Shot him. The Crys of the afflicted
Person were redoubled at the Tragical Sight, which made the Murderer,
drawing a Poniard, to threaten him, that the next Murmur should be his
last. Aurelian, who was scarce assured that he was unhurt, got softly
up; and coming near enough to perceive the Violence that was used to stop
the Injured Man's Mouth; (for now he saw plainly it was a Man) cry'd
out,--Turn, Villain, and look upon thy Death.--The Fellow amazed at the
Voice, turn'd about to have snatch'd up the Lanthorn from the Ground;
either to have given Light only to himself, or to have put out the
Candle, that he might have made his Escape; but which of the Two he
designed, no Body could tell but himself: and if the Reader have a
Curiosity to know, he must blame Aurelian; who thinking there could be no
foul play offered to such a Villain, ran him immediately through the
Heart, so that he drop'd down Dead at his Feet, without speaking a Word.
He would have seen who the Person was he had thus happily delivered, but
the Dead Body had fallen upon the Lanthorn, which put out the Candle:
However coming up toward him, he ask'd him how he did, and bid him be of
good Heart; he was answered with nothing but Prayers, Blessings and
Thanks, called a Thousand Deliverers, good Genius's and Guardian Angels.
And the Rescued would certainly have gone upon his Knees to have
worshipped him, had he not been bound Hand and Foot; which Aurelian
understanding, groped for the Knots, and either untied them or cut them
asunder; but 'tis more probable the latter, because more expeditious.

They took little heed what became of the Body which they left behind
them, and Aurelian was conducted from out the Ruins by the Hand of him he
had delivered. By a faint light issuing from the just rising Moon, he
could discern that it was a Youth; but coming into a more frequented part
of the Town, where several Lights were hung out, he was amaz'd at the
extream Beauty which appeared in his Face, though a little pale and
disordered with his late fright. Aurelian longed to hear the Story of so
odd an adventure, and entreated his Charge to tell it him by the way; but
he desired him to forbear till they were come into some House or other,
where he might rest and recover his tired Spirits, for yet he was so
faint he was unable to look up. Aurelian thought these last words were
delivered in a Voice, whose accent was not new to him. That thought made
him look earnes