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The killed and wounded in these encounters amounted to about forty on Feversham's side, twenty on Monmouth's; but among the latter there were several officers, and some of note, while the loss of the former, with the exception of two volunteers, Seymour and May, consisted entirely of common soldiers.
When I was delirious in the prison there, I said nothing of it, I breathed no word of it? I told you of the four feathers, I told you of Ethne, but of the plan for your escape I said nothing." "Not a single word. So that I myself was in doubt, and did not dare to believe," and Feversham's anxiety died away.
Mary's Church, the very one from the tower of which Monmouth and his commanders had inspected Feversham's position. The more we heard of the fight from the soldiers and others, the more clear it became that, but for the most unfortunate accidents, there was every chance that our night attack might have succeeded.
This student of human nature disregarded without a scruple the prudence and the calculation proper to the character which he assumed. The obstacles in Harry Feversham's way, the possibility that at the last moment he might shrink again, the improbability that three such opportunities would occur these matters he overlooked.
"No, not even expected," corrected Willoughby. "He was dining elsewhere. He sent the telegram, you remember." "Ah, yes, a telegram came," said Durrance. That dinner party certainly deserved consideration. Willoughby, Trench, Castleton these three men were the cause of Harry Feversham's disgrace and disappearance.
Lieutenant Sutch wished to conceal the scorn he felt, and could not trust the muscles of his face. Feversham, however, mitigated nothing, but continued steadily and truthfully to the end. But even after the end was reached, Sutch did not remove his hand, nor for some little while did he speak. When he did speak, his words came upon Feversham's ears with a shock of surprise.
Trench sat nursing his knees and looking straight in front of him. He had paid no heed to Feversham's last words. He had dared now to give his hopes their way. "So it's true," he said in a quiet wondering voice. "There will be a morning when we shall not drag ourselves out of the House of Stone. There will be nights when we shall sleep in beds, actually in beds.
"And who betray you to t'is rogue?" "To Westmacott?" cried Blake. "He was in the plot with me. He was left to guard the rear, to see that we were not taken by surprise, and he deserted his post. Had he not done that, there had been no disaster, in spite of Mr. Wilding's intervention." Feversham's brow was dark, his eyes glittered as they rested on the traitor. "T'at true, sare?" he asked him.
He shrugged slightly and looked at Wentworth. "Finissons!" said he. The word and the look snapped the trammels that bound Ruth's speech. "Five minutes, my lord!" she cried imploringly. "Give him five minutes and me, my lord!" Wilding, deeply shaken, trembled now as he awaited Feversham's reply. The Frenchman seemed to waver. "Bien," he began, spreading his hands.
It was here that Gilbert Crosby had caught his foot and stumbled last night as he and Martin had run from their pursuers; it was just here that the swords had first clashed, and the men had run eagerly together upon their prey; here, probably, a little later, Sydney Fellowes had given Lord Feversham's message to Lord Rosmore. Barbara would go no further.
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