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How they will jeer at the lofty Mistress Cecil selling herself for they know not what!" "Lessened!" repeated Frances; "on the contrary. You certainly do sacrifice yourself to fulfil this contract; but that deserves praise. Besides, Burrell is a man whom many admire." "There, talk not of it, Frances talk not of it: henceforth, the world and I are two I mix no more in it, nor with it."
It was fortunate for Sir Willmott Burrell that age had deprived Saul of more faculties than one. Where though prison'd, he doth finde, Hee's still free, that's free in minde; And in trouble, no defence Is so firm as innocence.
"Then Miss Necia was born out in the States?" Gale shot a startled glance at the soldier before he answered in the affirmative, but Burrell was studying a pattern of sunlight on the floor and did not observe him. A moment later he inquired, hesitatingly: "Is this your first marriage, Mr. Gale?" When the other did not answer, he looked up and quickly added: "I beg your pardon, sir.
"Shall not!" repeated Burrell, who was as much of the bully as the coward, and still trusted his cause to the knowledge of Constantia's filial affection, and her readiness to sacrifice all for her father; "let the lady decide." "So be it; though I hardly think it there must be some hidden motive. Yet no, Sir Willmott Burrell, I will not, even if she will, I will it otherwise.
"Colonel Jones," exclaimed the enraged Burrell, "you will have to answer for this to a high power. The Protector would give its weight in gold for the head of that man; and the weight of that again for a knowledge of his haunts."
The baronet sprang from his seat, as if a musket ball had entered his heart. "'T is false!" he exclaimed; "there is no blood upon my hand look at it look at it! Burrell has no proofs unless that villain Dalton has betrayed me," he added, in a lower tone; "but I did not the act, the blood is on his head, and not on mine.
That ground belongs to Necia Gale." Up to this time Stark had remained silent, his impassive face betraying not a shadow of chagrin, for he was a good loser; but now he spoke at large. "Anybody who thinks the American army is asleep is crazy." Then to Burrell, "You certainly are a nice young man to double-cross your friends like that." "You're no friend of mine," Meade retorted.
Courage was required for a girl to remain in Harriet's position under the circumstances, but Harriet Burrell had plenty of this and to spare. In the meantime the men were rapidly drawing near. They were conversing in low tones, but the girl in hiding on the ground was unable to make out what they were saying.
You know how interested I am, and you must realize how undignified a thirty-mile dash on horseback would be on my part, in order to find out, myself." While up-river Caleb had found much time in which to talk with Garry Devereau that is to say, quite a little time, in view of the fact that Miriam Burrell, in boots and mackinaw, had insisted upon following Garry wherever he went.
"I'll be on the lookout for him," said the Lieutenant, grimly. "To-night I'll send Thomas and a couple of men down the river." When the voluble old priest had at last exhausted his narrative he requested of Burrell the privilege of a few words, and drew him apart from the others. His face was shrewdly wrinkled and warm with understanding.