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The whole glance was momentary; but he saw himself nearly surrounded by his enemies, who were fast closing in toward the center with fierce yells; and pausing no longer in indecision, he encircled Ella's waist with his left arm, raised her from the ground, and keeping her as much as possible between himself and his enemies, to deter them from firing, darted away toward a thicket, some fifty yards distant, pursued by two of the attacking party.
Susan, angered past the power of reasonable speech, remained silent for half-a-minute, holding the back of a chair with both hands, and looking gravely into Ella's face. "Is that all?" she asked mildly. "Except that I'm surprised at you," Ella said a little nettled.
His country was ravaged, his army was defeated, he was taken prisoner, and the dying terrors and agonies of Ragnar among the serpents were expiated by tenfold worse tortures which they inflicted upon Ella's mutilated body, by a process too horrible to be described.
He put his arm about her and she leaned her head on his shoulder, grateful to him that he said no more just now, and did not even claim the kiss of the accepted lover. Together they stood looking down at the leafless avenue, for a long moment. "Stephen!" called Ella's voice at the door. Susan's heart lost a beat; gave a sick leap of fear; raced madly. "Just a moment," Bocqueraz said pleasantly.
Bodine, "that Ella can weep. Such tears keep the heart from breaking." The old lady was right. Expression of her anguish brought alleviation, and there was also consolation in her father's words. The physician came, and his remedies also had their effect. There was nothing morbid or unhealthful in Ella's nature.
The few aristocrats left in Bursley in September remarked that Horace knew what he was about, as it was notorious that Ella had the most solid expectations. But as a matter of fact Horace did not know what he was about, and he never once thought of Ella's expectations. He was simply, as they say in Bursley, knocked silly by Ella.
All at once she dropped down on the floor and put her arms about the two sisters the big one and the little one and her sobs mingled with Ella's. But, curiously enough, as she stood like a little statue between them, a sudden smile swept across the face of Lily. She might, almost, have understood. They wept together for a long time, Ella and Rose-Marie.
He put out his hand in an attempt to take the pistol that Rupert easily evaded. "Give it to me," he said. "I saved his life; you might have killed him." "Yes, you saved him, father," Rupert muttered, thinking to himself that the saving of Walter's life might well mean the loss of Ella's, since very likely the failure of their plots would be at once attributed by the conspirators to her.
Even his enemies must admit that he seeks to make his friendliness to the North conducive to Southern interests." Mara's heart smote her that even Captain Bodine had been fairer to Clancy than she had been. Words rose to Ella's lips, but she repressed them, and soon afterward they returned to their respective homes.
There was a sudden exclamation of joy on Mary's part, and an attempt to throw her arms around Ella's neck, but the little girl drew back, and merely offering her hand, said, "Oh, it's you, isn't it? I didn't know you, you looked so queer." "Heavens! what a head-dress! Big as our carriage top any day!" was the next exclamation which reached Mary's ear, as Rose Lincoln brushed past.
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