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He is to me what your aide-de-camp is to you," she nodded towards a young man near by at the table. "And do you dress your Darius Boland as I dress my aide in scarlet, with blue facings and golden embroidery, and put a stiff hat with a feather on his head?" "But no, he does not need such things. I am a Republican now.
Between the little stone columns of the roof railing of Trinity College, machine guns poked out their cold snouts. "Smoke bombs were dropped over Mount street bridge today," said Harry Boland with a shrug of his shoulders when I arrived at Sinn Fein headquarters to ask if the reception would still be held. "What can we do against a force like theirs?"
He lit a cigar, clasped his hands behind his head, tilted his chair precariously, and turned a blissful gaze to the little rift of sky beyond the crowding maples. Mr. Boland was neither tall nor short; neither broad nor slender; neither old nor young. He wore a thick mop of brown hair, tinged with chestnut in the sun. His forehead was broad and high and white and shapely.
"If the governor allows you!" remarked Darius Boland ironically. "He does not like you or your bloodhounds. He has his orders, so he says." Dyck made an impatient gesture. "I will not submit to his orders. I have earned my place in this is land, and he shall not have his way. The ladies must be brought to Spanish Town, and placed where the governor's men can protect them." "The governor's men!
Ensued a nose bold and broad, freckled and inclined to puggishness; a wide and generous mouth, quirky as to the corners of it; high cheek bones; and a square, freckled jaw all these ill-assorted features poised on a strong and muscular neck. Sedgwick, himself small and dark and wiry, regarded Mr. Boland with a scorning and deprecatory but with private approval. "You're getting on, you know.
She showed no hesitation, however, but came forward to meet her visitor, while Michael fell back, as also did Darius Boland. Both these seemed to realize that the less they saw and heard the better; and they presently got together in another part of the garden, as Dyck Calhoun came near enough almost to touch Sheila. Surely, he thought, she was supreme in appearance and design.
He saw the marks of the hoofs of Sheila's and her mother's horses in the road, knowing them by the freshness of the indentations. An hour, two hours passed, and they then approached the monasterial ruin of which Boland had spoken. Here, suddenly, Dyck dropped to the ground, for he saw unmistakable signs of fright or flurry in the hoofmarks.
That may well be; but it's not the way that will bring understanding." "I think it's the truth, sir, for Darius Boland spoke naught of the mother indeed, he said only what would make me think the girl came with her own ends in view. Faith, I'm sure the mother did not know." "She will know now. Your Darius Boland will tell her." "By St. Peter, it doesn't matter who tells her, sir.
But the governor was there yesterday, and he'd protect us." "Nonsense, fellow, the governor would go straight to Spanish Town where he belongs, when there is trouble." When the man had gone, Dyck turned to his servant. "Michael," he said, "the news in the letter came from Darius Boland.
Boland; else I might not have told you this. But it seemed so horrid of me when he's in such dreadful trouble. So, now you know." "Arizona?" said Boland. "Why, there's where Excuse me; I didn't mean to pry." "Yes, Stanley Mitchell. Only that you stick in your shell, like a turtle, you'd have heard before now that we were engaged. Are engaged. And you mustn't say a word.
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