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Updated: June 29, 2025
Nor had Phips told Bucklaw of Gering's coming; so that when the Bridgwater Merchant and the Swallow entered Port de la Planta, Bucklaw himself, as he bore out in a small sail-boat, did not guess that he was likely to meet a desperate enemy. He had waited patiently, and had reckoned almost to a day when Phips would arrive. He was alongside before Phips had called anchor.
"And now that we have drawn bridle a bit," said Bucklaw, "I would fain ask you a question, Master." "Ask and welcome," said Ravenswood, "but forgive not answering it, unless I think proper."
"I am obliged to my honourable friend; and yet," shaking the Lord Keeper's hand "and yet I am still more obliged to my honourable enemy." "Inimicus amicissimus," said the Lord Keeper, returning the pressure; "but this gentleman this Mr. Hayston of Bucklaw I am afraid the poor young man I heard the fellow mention his name is under very bad guidance."
Both risky, as you see, but the bolder the game the sweeter the spoil. You're sure her chamber is above the hallway, and that there's a staircase to it from the main hall?" "I am very well sure. I know the house up-stairs and down." Bucklaw looked to his arms. He was about starting on his quest when they heard footsteps, and two figures appeared. It was Iberville and Gering.
"Which he always does with the more sonorous grace in proportion to the meagreness of the cheer which he has provided," said Bucklaw; "as if that infernal clang and jangle, which will one day bring the belfry down the cliff, could convert a starved hen into a fat capon, and a blade-bone of mutton into a haunch of venison."
It was not a pretty laugh, and his eyes were insolent and hard. But that, changed almost on the instant. "A good thrust, mighty Scot," he said. "Now what say you to a pasty, or a strip of beef cut where the juice runs, and maybe the half of a broiled fowl?" Morris, imperturbably deliberate, left the room to seek the kitchen. Bucklaw got instantly to his feet.
If you are serious, this place will serve as well as another." "Dismount then, and draw," said Bucklaw, setting him an example. "I always thought and said you were a pretty man; I should be sorry to report you otherwise." "You shall have no reason, sir," said Ravenswood, alighting, and putting himself into a posture of defence.
Sir Henry Ashton, of Lammermoor, brother of Lucy, the heroine, has arranged a marriage between her and Lord Arthur Bucklaw, in order to recover the fortune which he has dissipated, and to save himself from political peril he has incurred by his participation in movements against the reigning dynasty.
With a soft, gasping moan she passed into the garden, went swiftly by the lilac bush and on towards the trees. Bucklaw let her do so; it was his design that she should be some way from the house. But, hidden by the bushes, he was running almost parallel with her. On the other side of her was Radisson, also running. She presently heard them and swerved, poor child, into the gin of the fowler!
The smaller man stands swinging his arms for warmth; the smack of the leather in the clear air like the report of a gun. Presently, stopping his exercise, he says: "Well, monsieur, what do you say?" Slowly the young man withdraws his eyes from the scene and turns. "Radisson," he says, "this is much the same story as Bucklaw told Governor Nicholls. How come you to know of it?"
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