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It was his custom, when I lay weak and helpless in the semistupor of starvation, to glide into my cell and, standing by my couch, to recite to me the list of tempting viands that might appear daily upon the board of a Countess of Claiborne. "He soon learned that his very presence itself was a persecution. After my release from jail the last time, he began to follow me everywhere.
He dimly understood, as he left her in this gay mood, at the Claiborne house, that she had sought to make him forget the lurking figure in the park thicket and the dark deed thwarted there. It was her way of conveying to him her dismissal of the incident, and it implied a greater kindness than any pledge of secrecy. He rode away with grave eyes, and a new hope filled his heart.
On this visit Claiborne, instead of posing as a friend of the Parliament, showed a commission and letter from the king, by whom he appears to have stood till the king's death in 1649.
Oscar, making off with the letter, plunged into the rear guard of the sheep, fell, stumbled to his feet, and confronted Captain Claiborne as that gentleman, in soiled evening dress, fumbled for his lantern and swore in language unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. "Damn the sheep!" roared Claiborne. "It is sheep yes?" and Oscar started to bolt. "Halt!"
"After him his scoundrelly cousin Francis; and then a stronger than Von Stroebel might easily fail to hold the disjecta membra of the Empire together." "But there are shadows on the screen," remarked Judge Claiborne. "There was Karl the mad prince." "Humph! There was some red blood in him; but he was impossible; he had a taint of democracy, treason, rebellion." Judge Claiborne laughed.
He saw several distinguished men; but of his anecdotes about them we can only quote the old opinion, that the good stories are not new, and the new are not good. As there is nothing particularly interesting in the subject, so there is no peculiar charm thrown around it by the manner in which Mr. Claiborne has executed his task.
Judge Claiborne is, as every one knows, the best-posted American of his time in diplomatic history; and when they were together Armitage suggested topics that were well calculated to awaken the old lawyer's interest. "The glass-blower's a deep one, all right," remarked Dick to Shirley.
But Sanderson's knowledge of the man is of comparatively recent date going back about five years to the time Armitage purchased his Montana ranch. Whoever Armitage may be, he pays his bills; he conducts himself like a gentleman; he travels at will, and people who meet him say a good word for him." "He is an agreeable man and remarkably well posted in European politics," said Judge Claiborne.
O to mount again where erst I haunted; Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, And the low green meadows Bright with sward; And when even dies, the million-tinted, And the night has come, and planets glinted, Lo! the valley hollow, Lamp-bestarr'd. "I hope you like my things, Captain Claiborne!" Armitage stood a little in advance, his hand on Oscar's arm to check the rush of the little man.
He knew that the Claibornes were a family of distinction; the father was an American diplomat and lawyer of wide reputation; the family stood for the best of which America is capable, and they were homeward bound to the American capital where their social position and the father's fame made them conspicuous. Armitage put down his cigar and bent toward Claiborne, speaking with quiet directness.
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