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How fair and green and cool it was in the wood of Elmond! On a sudden, Margaret sat upright in the doorway of her bower. She dreamed no more. The sound of the hunting-horn rang in her ear. It was blown in Elmond wood. Then down on her lap slipped the silken seam, down to her feet the needle. May Margaret was up and away to the greenwood.
I will ride on, however, and talk to Fauquier. You will give my love, will you not, to all my cousins at Greenwood? I do not forget how good all were to me last summer! Good-bye, Judith." She gave him her hand. It trembled a little in her glove. "Come again to Greenwood! Winter or summer, it will be glad to see you! Good-bye, Richard." Fur cap, cloak, beautiful face, drew back.
But the retreating force turned thrice and sent such volleys of keen arrows from their good yew bows, that they kept a distance between the two forces. And thus the gate was reached, and the long road leading up the hill, and at last the protecting greenwood itself. The soldiers dared come no farther.
Destitute as I am of legal training, I leave this notable way of disposing of the evidence to the judgement of the Bench and the Bar, a layman intermeddleth not with it. Still, I am, like other readers, on the Jury addressed, I do not accept the arguments. Miror magis, as Mr. Greenwood might quote Latin.
Thus freely, according to the Baconians, speaks Ben of Bacon, whom he here styles "Shakespeare," Heaven knows why! while crediting him with the players as his friends. Ben could not think or speak thus of Bacon. Mr. Greenwood occupies his space with these sagacities of the Baconians; one marvels why he takes the trouble.
'Before I join hands with you, tell me first what sort of life is this you lead? How am I to know whose goods I shall take, and whose I shall leave? Whom I shall beat, and whom I shall refrain from beating? And Robin answered: 'Look that you harm not any tiller of the ground, nor any yeoman of the greenwood no, nor no Knight nor Squire, unless you have heard him ill spoken of.
The air was perfectly clear, and across two score towns I saw the great metropolis itself, the silent city of Greenwood beyond it, the bay, the narrows, the sound, the two silvery rivers lying between me and the Palisades, and even, across and to the south of Brooklyn, the ocean itself.
But she was not going to have the tidings repeated to her by him, so as to give him any claim to gratitude for having brought them. "You mean the Duca di Crinola!" "Oh," exclaimed Mr. Greenwood. "I have heard all that, Mr. Greenwood." "That the Post Office clerk is an Italian nobleman?" "It suited the Italian nobleman for a time to be a Post Office clerk. That is what you mean."
Nothing better proved the hopeless outlook of the American cause than the conduct of Esquire Hennion, for that worthy rode to Greenwood, and after a vain attempt, like that of the tenants, to pay in the worthless paper money the arrears of interest on his mortgages, with a like refusal by Mr.
Hennion, and now he has topped them all by signing deeds within the hour that gives to the girl both Greenwood and Boxely." Janice looked up at her father. "'T is like him," she said, chokingly. "Oh, General Washington, will you not be merciful to him?" "What is done must depend wholly on General Brereton's report, Miss Janice," answered Washington, gravely. "Oh, not on him!" besought the girl.
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