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You are something to cling to, big- muscled, strong, and brave. In short, because you are a man." She shot a glance at the clock. It was half after the hour. She had given a margin of thirty minutes to Sitka Charley; and it did not matter, now, when Devereaux arrived. Her work was done. She lifted her head, laughed her genuine mirth, slipped her hand clear, and rising to her feet called the maid.
John Brooks Greenleaf was state president, and Miss Mary Anthony was the most active worker in the Rochester headquarters. Mrs. Lily Devereaux Blake had charge of the campaign in New York City, and Mrs.
Or rather, I know who he is. He is the last Lord Kelso's grandson. His mother was a Devereux, Lady Margaret Devereaux. I want you to tell me about his mother. What was she like? Whom did she marry? You have known nearly everybody in your time, so you might have known her. I am very much interested in Mr. Gray at present. I have only just met him." "Kelso's grandson!" echoed the old gentleman.
Soon she continued: "It was thine arrow, Edward Devereaux, that slew the deer. I knew it at the time, but I liked not to own thy skill. Wilt thou pardon me?" "Gladly, gladly," said Devereaux. "Only I know not how thou couldst have seen the arrow. Thou wert not there." "I was, Edward," returned Francis. "I am in truth Francis Stafford, but I am the daughter instead of the son of my father." "Thou!
"'Tis a dreary place, and hadst thou been here for nigh two years as I have been thou wouldst not utter such things. 'Tis dreary dreary!" She sighed heavily, and despite herself a tear rolled down her cheek. "How now, Francis," cried Devereaux touched by her distress. "Thou with the megrims? Why, Francis, 'tis unlike thy spirit!"
"My father and I were accused of treason to the queen when Anthony Babington conspired against her life. I escaped from the Tower in company with Master Devereaux. Do not, I beseech you, say me nay when I plead for place with you. I would fain prove that I am a true and loyal subject of Her Majesty." "And thou shalt be given the opportunity, lad.
Take that for thy first lesson." "I will take naught for my lesson from thee," said Francis quickly. "Who art thou to teach manners to me?" "Hast never heard of Edward Devereaux?" queried the lad. "Much hast thou missed for he is before you," and he bowed mockingly. "Know, Francis Stafford, that thou and I have a feud of long standing. Hast heard thy father speak of Sir Thomas Devereaux of Kent?
I don't mind admitting that when I stood on the doorstep of this house fifteen nights ago and knocked the mystic knock, I felt like a man embarking on a coffin-ship." He stopped to drain his glass. The Prophet took a step forward. "And then?" he said, eagerly. "Then?" The other waved his empty glass. "Oh, there entered the native genius of Terence Dominick Devereaux!
I have the freedom of this inner ward, but there still remains the outer ward and the moat, which, as thou knowest, is on all sides of the Tower, and on the south there is the Thames also. The hazard would be too great." "Nay, nay," pleaded Francis, her soul on fire at the mere mention of escape. "Do take me." "But what couldst thou do even were we to succeed?" demanded Devereaux.
At this instant, as if in answer to her wish, there was the sound of hurried footsteps, and soon the form of Edward Devereaux appeared among the trees. "I crave thy pardon, Master Stafford," he cried, "if I have kept thee waiting. Sir Christopher Hatton detained me, and I could not come sooner. Draw and defend thyself." He drew his own sword as he spoke and threw himself on guard.
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