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"I did, and now it seems he was not this famous Galloping Hermit, after all." For a moment she was silent, recollecting that she had speculated whether this man himself might not be the wearer of the brown mask. "I am Barbara Lanison," she said suddenly, "niece to Sir John Lanison of Aylingford Abbey." "Am I in Aylingford Abbey?" Crosby asked.
She kissed him, contented. "Then you will not treat her harshly?" the girl said. "Mistress Lanison is a true, brave woman; I would not have her hurt in any way." "It is my desire to help her, as I will show you presently," Rosmore returned. "Tell me what she has said to you. Two women in adversity ever grow confidential." "I do not know whether she loves Mr.
It mattered not to him that twenty-nine rebels swung on their gibbets, but it was an intense relief to him that Mistress Barbara Lanison was safely out of the town. He doubted whether he could have seen her condemned in silence, and to speak might have meant that he would speedily swing by the roadside, so he was glad for himself as well as for her.
"Now comes the taming of Mistress Lanison. I should hate her for defying me did I not desire her so much." What he chose to think love was perhaps not far removed from hate. He longed to possess, to bend to his will, to have the woman who stood for so much in the estimation of so many men.
He might work upon the superstition of Sir John Lanison at Aylingford, might play upon the heartstrings of a woman, but these hard-drinking, hard-swearing men were not likely to fall victims to his fooleries. Even if he discovered where his mistress was lodged, he would not be able to come near her. "I have played the trump card and taken the trick," laughed Rosmore.
My influence will have to be exerted to procure her release. I shall have kept my word, and " "And the reward?" asked Rosmore. "It will not be so great that it will be beyond her power to pay," was the answer. "Shall I make a guess?" said Rosmore. "If your influence is exerted, Barbara Lanison becomes the wife of Judge Marriott. Ah! I see I have hit near the mark. I have another plan.
Crosby comfortable in one of the rooms upstairs. He is my guest, Sayers, and is to be well treated. That I have such a visitor is not to be spoken of, but you must see that he remains my guest. I do not ask for your parole, Mr. Crosby, because I do not believe you would give it, but I ask you to be wise for for the sake of Mistress Lanison.
"While fresh horses are being harnessed, Mistress Lanison will have a hasty breakfast, at least share the meal with us." "Daylight is dangerous for me. I ride safely only in the night. A tankard of ale, landlord, and then for a hiding hole." Barbara gently put Crosby's arm away from her, and went to the horseman's side. "Whoever you may be, I thank you from the bottom of my heart," she said.
I marvel that you have the courage to walk abroad in Dorchester, and wonder, even more, that you come into this room." Crosby also walked to the table, and so they stood erect on either side of it, face to face, man to man, deadly enemies feeling each other's strength. "We may come to the point at once, Lord Rosmore. Where is Mistress Barbara Lanison?"
Then he went to the door of the coach. "You are safe, Mistress Lanison." "Gilbert!" she whispered. "Pitch anything that belongs to this fellow into the road." A coat was thrown out. "Curse you both!" said Rosmore. "By God! if I live you shall pay for your work to-night!" "Is he to pay the price, mistress?" said the highwayman. "You know what you have suffered at his hands.
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