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Ronald was nothing loth to escape from his aunt's neighbourhood, and left the room and the cottage with a silent expedition that was more like flight than mere obedience. Meanwhile the old lady turned to her niece. "And I would like to know what we are to do with him the night!" she cried. "Ronald and I meant to put him in the hen-house," said the encrimsoned Flora.
It will be seen the first was good enough. Perhaps two days after, Master Ronald put in an appearance by himself. I had no hold upon the boy, and pretermitted my design till I should have laid court to him and engaged his interest.
A pack of dirty cards, and some plain needlework, littered the bare little table. A cheap American clock ticked with stern and steady activity on the mantelpiece. The smell of onions was in the air. A torn newspaper, with stains of beer on it, lay on the floor. There was some sinister influence in the place which affected Mr. Ronald painfully.
It was not expected that there would at present be any further fighting on the frontier, and two or three of the Scotch regiments had been brought back. Ronald at once called on Colonel Hume and related to him the success which had attended the first portion of his undertaking. "I congratulate you indeed," Colonel Hume said.
I'm the chap who might be tragic; and see I'm going to the bank to despatch the wherewithal for bringing the old boy back. Take example by my fortitude, Billy." Billy's explosion, when it came, was so violent, so choice, and so unlike Billy, that Ronald relapsed into wondering silence. But once in the train, locked into an empty first-class smoker, Billy turned a white face to his friend.
So Barnabas hurried after her and thus, as she threw open Barrymaine's door he entered with her and, in his sudden abasement, would have knelt to her, but Ronald Barrymaine had sprung up from the couch and now leaned there, staring with dazed eyes like one new wakened from sleep. "Ronald," she cried, running to him, "I came as soon as I could, but I didn't understand your letter.
Though he has clandestine meetings with your sister, though he crush you into the mud, trample you under his feet, throw you into a debtor's prison to rot out your days though he ruin you body and soul, and compromise your sister's honor still you'd never murder him, Ronald, you couldn't, you haven't the heart, because it would be murder!" Mr.
The colonel was lying on the couch when he entered. "How are you, colonel?" "I am going on as well as possible, Ronald; they found the ball and got it out the day before I left the regiment, and I shall do well now. I have been carried on a litter all the way by eight of our troopers, and the good fellows were as gentle with me as if I had been a child, and I scarce felt a jar the whole distance.
Lord Ronald Matheson had been acting as secretary for us. We met always with locked doors, and the names of the twelve members of the Board are the most honoured in England. Yet twenty-four hours after our meetings a verbatim report of them, with full particulars of all our schemes, was in the hands of the French Secret Service." "Good God!"
Billy had already copied the message into his pocket-book. With shaking fingers he copied it again, handing the sheet to Ronald, without looking at him. The note written, Lady Ingleby rose. "Thank you, Ronald," she said. "Thank you, more than I can say. I think you will catch the train. And good-bye, Billy." But Billy was already in the motor.
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