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Beshrew me, but Francis Stafford can care for herself." "I crave pardon, Master Stafford," replied Devereaux who never by word or deed dropped a hint that he knew aught of her sex. "I crave pardon if I have offended. I will vex thee no more." From that time his care was more unobtrusive, but Francis was still conscious of it, and it was gall and wormwood to her.
Then one day, when the girl had almost despaired of hearing him speak of the attempt again, Devereaux said to her in a low tone: "Art thou willing to make the effort to-night, Francis?" "To-night?" cried Francis thrilling at the thought. "Yea; to-night, Edward. But how?" "Does Mrs. Shelton stay in your chamber at night?" "Not now. Not since I recovered from mine illness."
Gertrude's relations with her son Hamlet were much like those of Lettice with Robert Devereaux. Again, it is suggested, in his moodiness, in his college learning, in his love for the theatre and the players, in his desire for the fiery action for which his nature was most unfit, there are many kinds of hints calling up an image of the Danish Prince.
"We will not fail," declared the girl with positiveness. "If we do, is not death better than imprisonment? I promise that I will kill at least one Spaniard." "I will hold thee to that vow," laughed Devereaux. "But thy woman comes, Francis. I will inform thee of the plan when I fix on one. Fare you well." "Fare you well," returned Francis.
"Didst confess to Edward?" laughed Lord Shrope. "You two should be great friends anent this." "No;" said Francis. "I confessed that he killed the deer, and that its horns were justly his. I will not retract that, but still do I count him mine enemy, even as his father and mine are at feud." "So be it," said Edward Devereaux mournfully. "Thou canst not, maiden, hate me more than I loathe myself."
"Yes, and it's sweet of you. Now sit down and tell me about things. I've got a lot to tell you, too." He had a sort of quiet obstinacy, however, and he did not sit down. When she had done so he stood in front of her, looking down at her. "You've been in a camp. I know that. I heard it over there. Anne Devereaux wrote me.
If anybody doubts it, let him try to do the trick. The Varsity team of Princeton in the fall of '79 was captained by Bland Ballard of the class of '80. He had a bunch of giants back of him. There were fifteen on the team in those days, and among them were such men as Devereaux, Brotherlin, Bryan, Irv. Withington, and the mighty McNair.
He remembers Count Sallaconi and the Duke of Laselli. Two men from Brussels are also here Captains Devereaux and Ruz." "I recognize the prince's voice," said Saxondale, unlocking the gate. "Come inside, gentlemen," he said, as he stood before the group. "Sorry to have kept you waiting, you know, but it is wise to be on the safe side. So you are looking for some one who is in my castle?
"My ancestors," says Devereaux Jarrett, who was born on a small plantation in New Kent County, Virginia, about 1733, "had the character of honesty and industry, by which they lived in credit among their neighbors, free from real want, and above the frowns of the world. This was also the habit in which my parents were.
Grasping the girl's hand Devereaux drew her quickly across the outer ward into the shadow of the Byward Tower through which was the principal entrance. This was guarded by a burly warder whom the youth could not hope to overcome by strength, so he resolved upon a strategy.
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