Many eyes , by an irresistible impulse , were turned upon Sir William Howe , as if it were he whom the dreary music summoned to the funeral of departed power . `` See ! here comes the last , '' whispered Miss Joliffe , pointing her tremulous finger to the staircase . A figure had come into view as if descending the stairs , although so dusky was the region whence it emerged some of the spectators fancied that they had seen this human shape suddenly moulding itself amid the gloom . Downward the figure came with a stately and martial tread , and , reaching the lowest stair , was observed to be a tall man booted and wrapped in a military cloak , which was drawn up around the face so as to meet the napped brim of a laced hat ; the features , therefore , were completely hidden . But the British officers deemed that they had seen that military cloak before , and even recognized the frayed embroidery on the collar , as well as the gilded scabbard of a sword which protruded from the folds of the cloak and glittered in a vivid gleam of light . Apart from these trifling particulars there were characteristics of gait and bearing which impelled the wondering guests to glance from the shrouded figure to Sir William Howe , as if to satisfy themselves that their host had not suddenly vanished from the midst of them . With a dark flush of wrath upon his brow , they saw the general draw his sword and advance to meet the figure in the cloak before the latter had stepped one pace upon the floor . `` Villain , unmuffle yourself ! '' cried he . `` You pass no farther . '' The figure , without blenching a hair 's - breadth from the sword which was pointed at his breast , made a solemn pause and lowered the cape of the cloak from about his face , yet not sufficiently for the spectators to catch a glimpse of it . But Sir William Howe had evidently seen enough . The sternness of his countenance gave place to a look of wild amazement , if not horror , while he recoiled several steps from the figure and let fall his sword upon the floor . The martial shape again drew the cloak about his features and passed on , but , reaching the threshold with his back toward the spectators , he was seen to stamp his foot and shake his clenched hands in the air . It was afterward affirmed that Sir William Howe had repeated that selfsame gesture of rage and sorrow when for the last time , and as the last royal governor , he passed through the portal of the province-house . `` Hark ! The procession moves , '' said Miss Joliffe . The music was dying away along the street , and its dismal strains were mingled with the knell of midnight from the steeple of the Old South and with the roar of artillery which announced that the beleaguered army of Washington had intrenched itself upon a nearer height than before . As the deep boom of the cannon smote upon his ear Colonel Joliffe raised himself to the full height of his aged form and smiled sternly on the British general .
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