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Meanwhile Cammock and the Bishop walked in the dark in the garden, a little apart from the turmoil, and, wrapped in their cloaks, talked in low voices; debating much of Sicily and Naples and the Cardinal and the Mediterranean fleet, and at times laughing at some court story. But they said, strange to tell, no word of Tralee, or of Kenmare, or of Dublin Castle, or even of Connaught.
The Bishop and Cammock, though they saw themselves in a fair way to do what they had come to do, looked thoughtful also.
He had been firm as fate in the removal of the Bishop and Cammock; he had been turned no jot from his purpose by her prayers, her rage, her ineffectual struggles she sickened at the remembrance of that moment. He was capable of everything, this man who had come suddenly into their lives out of the darkness of far Scandinavia, himself dark and inscrutable.
Then Cammock laughed a curt, barking laugh. "A bite!" he said. "A d d bite! If I can ever repay it, sir, I will! Be sure of that!" Colonel John bowed courteously. The Bishop took it otherwise. The veins on his forehead swelled, and he had much ado to control himself.
The words had not fully left her lips when she recoiled. At the same moment the Bishop uttered an exclamation, Cammock swore and seized his hilt, The McMurrough turned as if to flee. For on the path close to them, facing them with a pistol in his hand, stood Colonel Sullivan.
By Heaven, Cammock was right when he said that he would let no woman knit a halter for his throat!" She did not ask him who had been the life and soul of the movement, whose enthusiasm had set it going, and whose steadfastness maintained it. She did not say that whatever the folly of the enterprise, and however ludicrous its failure, she had gone into it whole-hearted, and with one end in view.
This gathering to-morrow, to raise the country what's the time fixed for it?" But Flavia, who had listened with a face of perplexity, interposed. "Still, he is my prisoner, is he not?" she said wistfully. "And if I answer for him?" "By your leave, ma'am," Cammock replied, with decision, "one word. Women to women's work! I'll let no woman weave a halter for me!" The room echoed low applause.
His brows descended over his eyes, and his lips twitched. "For you, Admiral Cammock " The other stepped forward a pace. "You know me?" "Yes, I know you." There was silence for an instant, while those who were in the secret eyed Colonel Sullivan askance, and those who were not gaped at Cammock. Soldiers of fortune, of fame and name, were plentiful in those days, but seamen of equal note were few.
"Sir, We have taken and destroyed all the Spanish ships and vessels which were upon the coast; the number as per margin. I am, &c. Had the Spaniards followed the advice of rear-admiral Cammock, who was a native of Ireland, sir George Byng would not have obtained such an easy victory.
And while she no longer marvelled at the skill with which he had baffled the Admiral and Cammock, and thwarted plans which she began to appraise at their value, she found herself relying upon him, as she watched him moving to and fro, to an extent which startled and frightened her. Was it only that morning that she had trembled for her brother's life?
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