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Buckmaster, the vice-chancellor, who, in a letter to a friend, describes his reception at the royal castle. "To the right worshipful Dr. Edmonds, vicar of Alborne, in Wiltshire, my duty remembered, "I heartily commend me unto you, and I let you understand that yesterday week, being Sunday at afternoon, I came to Windsor, and also to part of Mr.
He paused a moment, then went on a little more quickly. "Greevy was proud of her couldn't even bear her being crossed in any way; and she has a quick temper, and if she quarrelled with anybody Greevy quarrelled too." "I don't want to know anything about her," broke in Buckmaster, roughly. "She isn't in this thing. I'm goin' to get Greevy. I bin waitin' for him, an' I'll git him."
Other Cabinet Ministers were equally obliging, and if I remember rightly, among the number were included two Lord Chancellors, Lord Haldane, and Lord Buckmaster. Mr. Balfour and Mr. McKenna were also visitors, as was Earl Grey the cousin of Sir Edward Grey. Lord Roberts was to have come, but Death intervened to prevent his visit.
With this object they repaired to the shop of Tung-Cheong, the Buckmaster, of Victoria. Mr Tung-Cheong came forward with a smiling countenance, guessing, as he surveyed the tattered uniforms of the three midshipmen, what they required. "Me thinkee greatest tailor in the world.
Just so had he and his son and Sinnet stalked the wapiti and the red deer along these mountains; but this was a man that Buckmaster was stalking now, with none of the joy of the sport which had been his since a lad; only the malice of the avenger. The lust of a mountain feud was on him; he was pursuing the price of blood. At last Buckmaster stopped at a ledge of rock just above the trail.
At that moment he was borne to the ground with a hand on his throat, and an instant after the knife went home. Buckmaster got to his feet and looked at his victim for an instant, dazed and wild; then he sprang for his gun. As he did so the words that Sinnet had said as they struggled rang in his ears, "Greevy didn't kill him; I killed him!"
There she was like you, ready to give everything up for her father." "I tell y' I don't want to hear about her," said Buckmaster, getting to his feet and setting his jaws. "You needn't talk to me about her. She'll git over it. I'll never git over what Greevy done to me or to Clint jest twenty, jest twenty! I got my work to do."
It was as though all had been made ready for him the birds whistling and singing in the trees, the whisk of the squirrels leaping from bough to bough, the peremptory sound of the woodpecker's beak against the bole of a tree, the rustle of the leaves as a wood-hen ran past a waiting, virgin world. Its beauty and its wonderful dignity had no appeal to Buckmaster.
If ye go to court after Easter I pray you have me in remembrance. Mr. Latimer preacheth still, quod æmuli ejus graviter ferunt. "Thus fare you well. Your own to his power, WILLIAM BUCKMASTER. Cambridge, Monday after Easter, 1530."
You can't do these two things at one time. I'll watch for Greevy; you give me Clint's story to Ricketts. I guess you know I'm feelin' for you, an' if I was in your place I'd shoot the man that killed Clint, if it took ten years. I'd have his heart's blood all of it. Whether Greevy was in the right or in the wrong, I'd have him plumb." Buckmaster was moved.
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