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Captain Brandon was not at home, having gone to Maine to obtain timber for the building of a ship. Berinthia returned to her room, lifted the sheets and blankets, tucked Tom's suit safely away between the feather bed and the straw mattress beneath it. "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!" went the knocker, louder than before. Tom heard Berinthia's window open. "Who's there, and what is wanted?"
Could he hope for any less a sacrifice of his army in attacking a more formidable position, with the rebels more securely intrenched? It was not pleasant to contemplate the possible result, but an assault must be made. From the housetop, Berinthia saw boats from the vessels in the harbor, gathering at Long Wharf. Drums were beating, troops marching.
That generous lover, however, refuses to marry her against her will. The disappointment proves mortal to Don Alvario, who leaves his estate to Felisinda and Fernando equally, provided they do not marry each other. Felisinda is committed to the care of an abbess named Berinthia, but by the aid of a probationer, Alantha, the lovers manage to correspond.
"We will go to the Province House," said Ruth quietly, rising and putting on her bonnet. Her calmness, the manifest quiet, the business-like procedure of Ruth, amazed Berinthia. They hastened to the governor's home. General Gage received them courteously.
It was Berinthia speaking. "Is Captain Brandon at home?" asked one of the men at the door. "He is not. He is in Maine." "We want to search your house." "Why do you wish to search it?" "An outrage has been committed, and we believe that his son had a hand in it!" "My brother is in bed, and a friend is spending the night with him; but I will go and tell him."
Ruth brought a pen and ink-horn; General Howe wrote upon the document, and handed it to her. "I cannot go back on my promise to do something for you, Miss Newville, to add to your happiness and Miss Brandon's, and I trust I never shall do anything that will lead you to think I am insensible to the claims of humanity," he said, bowing and taking his departure. Berinthia read what he had written:
A man of stalwart frame, a woman radiant and beautiful, with a little boy and girl, are standing by the door of the humble home across the way; fellow-passengers with Major Tom on the Berinthia Brandon. Mr. Newville opens the door in answer to the knock, to be clasped in the arms of Ruth.
"I forgot you have no bookstore with all the new volumes printed in London, history, travel, poetry, and novels, as we have here." She said that Mr. Knox, the bookseller, had been very kind to her, supplying her with the new books arriving from London, and had just handed her the poems of Oliver Goldsmith. The afternoon waned. "Shall we go up on the housetop and see the sun set?" Berinthia asked.
Seeing by the look of wonder on Rachel's face that she was not understood, Berinthia explained that the ship her father was building was to bear her name, and that everything was ready for the launching. "Oh, it will be so delightful to have you here!" she added. "We will be on the deck, ever so many of us, my friends, papa's and mamma's and Tom's.
Tom tripped upstairs to the garret, and returned with a bunch of garget berries, with which they stained their faces and hands. "You look just like Indians," said Berinthia. "Say nothing to nobody as to what you have seen, 'Rinth," said Tom, as he closed the door and walked with Abraham rapidly along the street. In the Old South Meetinghouse Josiah Quincy was speaking.
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