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Of course there is a God in heaven. How can people doubt it eh?" "Yes," said Stépan Lanovitch quietly. "There is a God in heaven, and at present he is angry with Russia. Yes, I have details. Sydney Bamborough came to stay at Thors. Of course he knew all about the Charity League you remember that. It appears that his wife was waiting for him and the papers at Tver.
"My very dear De Chauxville," he said, without lookup, "your epigrams are lost on me. I know most of them. I have heard them before. If you have anything to tell me about Mrs. Sydney Bamborough, for Heaven's sake tell it to me quite plainly. I like plain dishes and unvarnished stories. I am a German, you know; that is to say, a person with a dull palate and a thick head."
I Ellaline wants you." "Hadn't I better see her now?" I asked meekly. "Not yet. Tell me did that cad try you too far at Bamborough, and did you defy him?" I nodded Yes. "What did he do?" "He didn't do anything. He wanted me to promise something." "To marry him at once?" Sir Lionel was looking dangerous. "No-o. It wasn't anything about me. I can't tell you, because it concerns someone else.
To the south land he went, while his son sailed the seas in search of high adventure, and his daughter acted as chatelaine in the castle by the sea, and there he met the woman who came to Bamborough all those many years ago, and who, they say, remains there still.
So when he was houseled and anealed, and had all that a Christian man ought to have, he prayed the Bishop that his fellows might bear his body to Joyous Gard. Some men say it was Alnwick, and some men say it was Bamborough. Howbeit, said Sir Launcelot, me repenteth sore, but I made mine avow sometime, that in Joyous Gard I would be buried.
Bright brown hair waved prettily back from a white forehead, clever, dark gray eyes and a lovely complexion one of those complexions which, from a purity of conscience or a steadiness of nerve, never change. Cheeks of a faint pink, an expressive, mobile mouth, a neck of dazzling white. Such was Mrs. Sydney Bamborough, in the prime of her youth.
That which Paul Howard Alexis felt at this time for Etta was merely the chivalrous instinct that teaches men their primary duty toward women namely, to protect and respect them. But out of this instinct grows the better thing Love. There are some women whose desire it is to be all things to all men instead of every thing to one. This was the stumbling-block in the way of Etta Bamborough.
It is to be supposed that the papers were stolen by Sydney Bamborough, who brought them here probably to this hotel, where his wife was staying. He handed her the papers, and she conveyed them to me in Paris.
With whom have you been practising, since you came here?" "Principally with Godfrey Harpent, Dick Bamborough, and William Anell; but I have had a turn with a great many of the other men-at-arms." "The three men you name are all stout fellows, and good swordsmen. As a borderer, I suppose that you have practised with the lance?" "We call it by no such knightly term.
I should hate that, because Mrs. Senter's nose is so magnolia-white, and the background of a magnificent feudal castle sets off her golden hair and brown eyes so passing well. There might be volumes of history, as well as romances, written about Bamborough Castle as Sir Walter Scott, and Harrison Ainsworth, and Sir Walter Besant knew.
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