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"Briefly, sir," answered Barnabas, "your ward." "Eh what? what?" cried the Captain. "Sir," returned Barnabas, "since you are the Lady Cleone's lawful guardian, it is but right to tell you that I hope to marry her some day." "Marry!" exclaimed the Captain. "Marry my damme, sir, but you're cool I say cool and devilish impudent, and and oh, Gad, Cleone!"
Your blonde women are either too cold or overpassionate, I know, for my hair was as yellow as Cleone's, hundreds of years ago, and I think, more abundant. To-day, being only a dyed brunette, I am neither too cold nor over-passionate, and I tell you, sir, you deserved it, every word." Here Barnabas rose, and, finding nothing to say, bowed.
"Beverley," he cried, "you'll shield her from him w-when I'm gone, you'll l-look after her, won't you, Beverley? She's the only thing I ever loved except my accursed self. You will shield her from that d-devil!" Then, still clutching Barnabas, he turned and seized Cleone's hands. "Clo!" he cried, "dearest of sisters, if ever you need a f-friend when I'm gone, he's here.
I speak only the truth, mam, as well you know." "Four!" cried the Duchess, with a gurgle of youthful laughter. "Oh, Jack! Jack! I protest, as you sit there you are growing more youthful every minute." "Gad so, mam! then I'll go before I become a mewling infant I say a puling brat, mam." "Stay a moment, Jack. I want you to explain your wishes to Mr. Beverley in regard to Cleone's future."
"I mean in the race, of course," smiled the Duchess. "But oh, happy man! So you have been blessed also?" "How, Duchess?" "I see you wear Cleone's favor, you've been admitted to the Order of the Rose, like all the others." And the Duchess tittered. "Others, your Grace! What others?" "Oh, sir, their name is Legion.
But in that moment, he looked down and so stood there, bound by the spell of her beauty, forgetful of all else in the world, for the light of the lanterns was all about them, and Cleone's eyes were looking up into his. "Barnabas," she whispered, "Barnabas, don't let me go! save me from that!" "Ah, Cleone," he murmured, "oh, my lady, do you doubt me still? Can you think that I should fail you?
Tressider told Cleone that it was the best course he ever hoped to ride over meaning 'the worst' of course, so Cleone's quite wretched, dear lamb but oh, Barnabas, it would be dreadful if if you were killed oh!" And the Duchess shivered and turned away. "Would you mind? So much, madam?" "Barnabas I never had a son or a daughter but I think I know just how your mother would be feeling now!"
With a murmured apology Barnabas took it and, breaking the seal, read these words in Cleone's writing: "You have destroyed my faith, and with my faith all else. Farewell." Then Barnabas laughed, sudden and sharp, and tore the paper across and across, and dropping the pieces to the floor, set his foot upon them. "Friends," said he, "my future is decided for me.
Saying which, Master Milo handed Barnabas a small folded paper whereon, scribbled in Cleone's well-known writing, were these three aphorisms: 1. Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. Selfishness shall find its own reward. Journeys end in lovers' meetings.
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