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It was now the Brazen Age, and Despard and Goldilocks had grown to be a youth and maiden; but still they travelled on. The Iron Age came; and Despard's raven hair was frosted; but Goldilocks' curls never faded. Let her live as long as live she may, she can never grow old. Their pilgrimage is not over yet; nor will it be while the earth revolves about the sun.
He began to enter into that state of mind which he had read in Despard's MSS., in which life ceases to be a matter of desire, and the only wish left is to die as quickly and as painlessly as possible. At length one day as his eyes swept the waters mechanically out of pure habit, and not expecting any thing, he saw far away to the northeast something which looked like a sail.
Some say he died in Calcutta, others say in China, and Mr. Thornton once said in Manilla. There is some mystery about it." "When Brandon was visiting my father," said Mrs. Thornton, "you were at school, and he never saw you. I think he thought you were Henry Despard's son." "There's some mystery about it," said Despard, thoughtfully. When Mr.
Despard's whole frame trembled. "Will you sing the Ave Maria?" he asked, in a low, scarce audible voice. Her head dropped. She gave a convulsive sigh. He continued: "We used to sing it in the old days, the sweet, never-forgotten days now past forever. We sang it here. We stood hand in hand." His voice faltered. "Sing," he said, after a time. "I can not" Despard sighed.
"Howdy!" he nodded, touching his cap respectfully, and gazing with flickering eyes at the woman whose marksmanship entitled her to the greatest respect. "Howdy!" she nodded, scrutinizing him with level eyes. "Where am I?" "Yankee Bar. Them's Chickasaw Bluffs No. 1." "Do you know Jest Prebol?" "Yessum." Despard's head bobbed in alarmed, unwilling assent.
"A vision splendid!" said Lady Despard. Roy leaned eagerly towards her. "You don't sneer at dreams, Aunt Helen." "Nor do I, my son. Dreamers are our strictly unpaid torch-bearers. They light the path for us; and we murmur 'Poor fools! with a kind of sneaking self-satisfaction, when they come a cropper." "'Which I 'ope it won't 'appen to me!" quoted Roy, cheered by Lady Despard's approval.
Having lost sight of him for the last twenty years, if I had been asked my opinion of him, I should certainly have said if he be alive, he is certainly one of the brightest ornaments of the British army." This was certainly a just and true description of Colonel Despard's character; but let us see how Lord Nelson finished his cross-examination, by the Attorney General.
In fact, he was unassailable, and I have been compelled to give up the effort." "Would you like to learn something of the truth?" asked the stranger, in a thrilling voice. Despard's whole soul was roused by this question. "More than any thing else," replied he. "There is a sand-bank," began the stranger, "three hundred miles south of the island of Java, which goes by the name of Coffin Island.
Give me your word, or I must drag the girl through the snows to London at my heels." "You have it, sir," answered Christopher. "If she needs my company she must come for it to Cranwell Towers, for I'll not seek hers while you are away." "Good. Then one gift for another. I'll not answer my Lord of Despard's letter till I get back again not to please you, but because I hate writing.
They walked on slowly. About half-way they met the carriage. Mrs. Thornton ordered it back, saying that she would walk the rest of the way. They walked on slowly, saying so little that at last Mrs. Thornton began to speak about the music which they had proposed to undertake. Despard's enthusiasm seemed to have left him. His replies were vague and general.
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