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There was grace, and some mockery perhaps, in the low bow he made, his arms wide extended, the fiddle in one hand, the bow in the other; and then, slowly standing erect again, he appeared to notice Barbara for the first time. "Drawn swords!" he exclaimed, "and my lady of Aylingford between them. Another legend for the Abbey in the making eh, Sir John? I must write a song upon it, or else Mr.
Those old monks, thinking perhaps that they would one day return to their old home, must certainly have buried a treasure under the walls of Aylingford. The door of "The Jolly Farmers" had only just been opened to the business of a new day when Gilbert Crosby came by a narrow track through the woods on to the road. His horse was jaded, and bore evidences of having been hard ridden.
After all, he was the owner of Aylingford, a circumstance which marked him as a man of importance, and some of the scandal which had been attached to his name as a younger man had not died out. She heard one woman inquire who he was, and, receiving an answer, say quickly, "the Sir John Lanison, do you mean?"
Thwarted, I am senseless enough at times to become like a bullying schoolboy, and I say the first outrageous things which come to my tongue conduct worthy only of a harridan. It was so that night at Aylingford. You were entirely right, I was entirely wrong. Forgive me, Barbara." "I forgive, yes, but you must not expect me to forget so readily," she answered.
In the darkness Crosby could hear a little quick intake of her breath and a slight rustle of her gown. "Does Martin go with you?" she asked after a pause. "A little way to put him on the road; then I shall return to Aylingford," Fairley said. "You must not. It will not be safe for you." "Never fear, mistress.
The self-satisfied judge, on the other hand, hoped to make capital out of the trial. He had been instrumental in ridding the world of a notorious highwayman, one who had made himself unpleasantly known to not a few of those who were Sir John's guests from time to time. The trial would be much talked of at Aylingford, and Marriott could not fail to be a centre of attraction.
Marriott nodded and drank more wine. "We can talk quite freely," said Rosmore, seating himself again at the table opposite to his guest. "There is a woman you have promised to help should she ask you." "No; you are mistaken." "Think, Marriott. The promise may have been made at Aylingford Abbey." "Do you mean Mistress Lanison?" Rosmore nodded his head slowly.
It was the enemy who had contrived to keep the lovers apart, telling the girl also that the knight in whom she trusted was untrue. How she discovered the lie I do not know, nor does it matter, but when she did she sought for him as he had sought for her. She heard at last that he had become a monk, and she presently came to seek him at Aylingford. Dressed in a monk's gown, she asked for him.
For some purpose of your own you seem anxious to accuse me of being a rebel, and drag me into this ribald crew to have my ears assailed with all manner of indecencies, and to hear my own honour called in question." "You're a fool, girl." "Wise enough to determine that either Mrs. Dearmer and her companions must leave Aylingford, or I shall."
He could never be the real Martin Fairley away from that tower in the ruins at Aylingford, Barbara thought. Not without reason was Fairley's warning, for if a woman will make a sacrifice she seldom counts the full cost. She must give generously, with both hands wide open, or not at all.
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