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"If you don't do well, of course it's off," concluded Aymer, rather wearily, "the future is in your hands, not ours: we only supply an opportunity." Sam said stolidly he quite understood that: that he was much obliged, and he'd do his best. "It will be a race between you," remarked Mr.
She got her way in the matter of dismissing the cab, but not in dismissing Christopher, her primary desire, lest an indiscreet tongue should prompt her to say more than was "rightful," as she explained to Jessie. "For if the dear innocent don't see 'ow the land lays, it isn't for me to show 'im, and Mr. Aymer so good to Sam." "Maybe you are all wrong," said Jessie shortly. Mrs.
The boy got up. His face was flushed, hot with his efforts to control himself. "Do you want the light, Cæsar?" "No, I want you." He came unwillingly and sat down on the edge of the sofa, playing with a piece of string. "You need not be frightened at all," said Aymer. "It is all utterly impossible now, we both of us know that." "I suppose so." "You know it. You only did what Marley told you to do.
It was Aymer who spoke, slowly and directly. Mr. Aston kept his eyes on the boy and tried not to see his son. "What is your real name, Christopher, do you know?" "James Christopher Hibbault, but they calls me Jim, except him." In his sleepiness and agitation the boy had dropped back into country dialect. Aymer winced. "That is the only name you know?
A gold piece or two there must be remaining of the ransom of one French knight, whom chance threw into my hands, and that, my friend, shall surely be thine own; and hark thee, I, Aymer de Valence, who now speak to thee, am born of the noble House of Pembroke; and though now landless, shall, by the grace of Our Lady, have in time a fitting establishment, wherein I will find room for a minstrel like thee, if thy talents have not by that time found thee a better patron."
"There was no result except he appeared impressed with his mental capacity." Mr. Aston ruffled his hair again in a perturbed manner. "Didn't he see his likeness to his mother, Aymer?" "Apparently not. It's not so strong as it was. He offered me advice on his upbringing." "Did he?" with an indignant shake of the head.
Needs it a private hearing, sir knight? if so, we are at your service; yet little is it Aymer de Valence can say to Scotland's king which Scotland may not hear." "Pembroke is well, an please you, and sendeth greeting," replied the knight. "His message, sent as it is to the Bruce, is well fitted for the ears of his followers, therefore may it be spoken here.
He conquered his fear with unrecognised heroism, and this was his reward. He stood staring, with all his worshipful admiration writ large on his little tired white face. Aymer Aston saw it and laughed. He was quite aware of his own good looks and perfectly unaffected thereby, though he took some pains to preserve them.
The Maid of Norway, his heiress, speedily followed her grandfather to the grave, and our English king, Sir Knight, raked up a claim of dependency and homage due, he said, by Scotland, which neither the lawyers, nobles, priests, nor the very minstrels of Scotland, had ever before heard of." "Now, beshrew me," interrupted Sir Aymer de Valence, "this is beyond bargain.
Such was the damsel who, with viol in hand, and stationed on the slight elevation we have mentioned, stepped forward to the bystanders and announced herself as a mistress of the gay science, duly qualified by a brief from a Court of Love and Music held at Aix, in Provence, under the countenance of the flower of chivalry, the gallant Count Aymer; who now prayed that the cavaliers of merry Scotland, who were known over the wide world for bravery and courtesy, would permit a poor stranger to try whether she could afford them any amusement by her art.
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