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With the rapidity of thought, Wacousta had snatched up his victim, while the attention of the troops was directed to the singular conversation passing between the governor and Sir Everard Valletort, and darting through one of the open angles already alluded to, had gained the rampart before they had recovered from the stupor produced by his daring action.
"That I certainly will not," answered Everard; "but I must wait till I have the assistance of the Mayor, who, I think, will gladly see these fellows ejected from the Lodge. I must not go altogether upon military authority, if possible."
Death tarries for no man, and, beshrew me, it will not tarry for us either." "I must take Leo, then." "Very well, pick him up, but let us be off I pray." "This is too sudden, Everard, indeed it is. I have many sick to visit, and I would fain go to the monastery just once again, to bid "
She quivered at his words; she was clinging to him almost without knowing it. "Oh, no! Oh, no!" she said. His hand came gently upwards and lay upon her head. "My dear, that rests with you. I have sworn that marriage to me shall not mean bondage. If India is any obstacle between us, India will go." "Oh, no!" she said again. "No, Everard! No!" He bent his face to hers. His lips were on her hair.
It was another aspect of the younger sister. When they left the restaurant it was nearly empty. They left easily, slowly, magnificently. The largesse of Everard Lucas his hat slightly raked in the foyer and at the portico was magnificent in both quantity and manner. There was no need to hurry; the hour, though late for the end of dinner, was early for separation.
The advance was under the command of Count Ernest, the battalia under that of Count George Everard Solms, while the rear-guard during the march was entrusted to that experienced soldier Sir Francis Vere.
"I do," she said boldly, and looked him full in the face. His eyelids drooped with a quiver. "Don't you?" "I have hoped against hope," he replied, in a voice faltering with emotion. "Poor old Everard! But I am afraid there is no room for doubt. Oh, this wicked curse of money tempting the noblest and the best of us." The weeks rolled on.
Think of it, a wild Irishman, an exile, a conspirator against the British Crown, a subject of the Pope, reading or singing the praises of the pilgrims, the grim pilgrims. Turn in your grave, Cotton Mather, as my melodious verses harrow your ears." "Will that impress John Everard?" "Or give him a fatal fit. The book and the poem ought to do the business. He can't resist.
This is equivalent to saying that the simple pleasures are no longer with us; it must be a personal enemy now to give us any satisfaction in chastising and slaying. Perhaps by-and-by that will be savourless: we degenerate. Everard Romfrey experienced it after he had fulfilled his double office on the person of Dr. Shrapnel by carrying out his own decree.
The memory of his unsuccessful amour was with Sir Everard, as with many more of his temper, at once shy, proud, sensitive, and indolent, a beacon against exposing himself to similar mortification, pain, and fruitless exertion for the time to come. He continued to live at Waverley-Honour in the style of an old English gentleman, of an ancient descent and opulent fortune.
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