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He was a person who never saw in most of a day's transactions aught but the humour of them, and as we ran from this shrieking beldame of Camus, he was choking with laughter at the ploy. "Royal's my race," said he at the first ease to our running "Royal's my race, and I never thought to run twice in one day from an enemy. Stop your greeting, Callum, and not be vexing our friends the gentlemen."
No contrast could be greater than that of the brilliant and glad festivities at the Princess Royal's wedding and the hush of sorrow in which her sister was married. The young couple went for three days to St. Clare, near Ryde, and left England in another week.
As Elizabeth repeated her statement she leaned forward a little and looked at her father, her eyes full of earnestness and dread. "In what way, and to whom?" asked Mr. Royal. "To Mr. Archdale," she answered. It was not Mr. Royal's way to protest or deny; he liked to get in his evidence first of all. "What makes you think so?" he asked.
It seems to have been the Queen's habit, in these yachting excursions, to take upon herself a part, at least, of the Princess Royal's education. "Beautiful Dartmouth" recalled it might be all the more, because of the rain that fell there the Rhine with its ruined castles and its Lurlei. Plymouth Harbour and the shore where the pines grew down to the sea, led again to Mount Edgcumbe, always lovely.
I suppose that Lavater, whom he invited to visit him two years ago some say to fix the principles of the Christian religion firmly in the Prince Royal's mind, found lines in his face to prove him a statesman of the first order; because he has a knack at seeing a great character in the countenances of men in exalted stations, who have noticed him or his works.
"What a strange mystery is this!" murmured she. "Alfred Royal's child, and yet she bears her mother's name. And why does she conceal from me where she lives? Surely, she cannot be consciously doing anything wrong, for I never saw such perfect artlessness of look and manner." The problem occupied her thoughts for days after, without her arriving at any satisfactory conjecture.
Then it occurred to me to pin a note to Royal's saddle blanket and to send Royal back to camp telling the boys of the trouble I was in. The horse understood it all; off he galloped, conscious of the import of the mission upon which he had been dispatched.
Kindling rapidly, they threw out fantastic lights, which danced like a regiment of red elves around the old log walls of the cabin. "If a fellow could only drop off to sleep every night in the year seeing and smelling such a fire as that!" breathed Neal, as, accepting a share of Royal's blankets, he stretched his tired limbs on the evergreen mattress.
He grinned at Lucky Broad and was about to pass on when the Countess Courteau rose to her feet and stepped into the trail. "Just a minute!" she said. Of Royal's companion she sternly demanded, "What do you mean by this trick?" The old redskin shot her a swift glance; then his face became expressionless and he gazed stolidly at the river.
For himself, he took Royal's sweep and struggled with it. But he was woefully ignorant of how to apply his strength and had only the faintest idea what he ought to do. Meanwhile the thunder of the White Horse steadily increased.
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