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Galliard took his hat and cloak from the chair on which he had placed them upon descending that evening. Then he turned again to Joseph. "You spoke of money a moment ago," he said, in the tones of one demanding what is his own the tones of a gentleman speaking to his steward. "I will take two hundred Caroluses. More I cannot carry in comfort." Joseph gasped at the amount.
Nick sang another song, and he and Cicely danced the galliard together, while the piper piped and the fiddler fiddled away like mad; and the moon went down, and the cottage doors grew ruddy with the light inside.
In his heart there arose a fear that, haply after all, the years that were sped had not wrought sufficient change in him. "Sir Crispin Galliard," Ashburn was saying, after the manner of one who is searching his memory. "Galliard, Galliard not he whom they called 'Rakehelly Galliard, and who gave us such trouble in the late King's time?" Crispin breathed once more.
But five hours more are left thee." "And it is to tell me this that you have awakened me?" demanded Galliard in such a voice that he of the cloak recoiled a step, as if he thought a blow must follow. "Out on you for an unmannerly cur to break upon a gentleman's repose." "I come," returned the other in his droning voice, "to call upon thee to repent."
He prolonged the a's and o's, as the Southern trick is, and imitated to such perfection the pleasant localisms of Virginian pronunciation, that keener critics of speech and accent than these galliard troops would have been deceived. But suddenly his voice breaks, he falls into the clear, distinct enunciation of New York the only speech in the Union that betrays no sign of locality.
Meanwhile the shock of surprise at the unlooked-for movement had awakened again the man in Joseph. For a second even Hope knocked at his heart. He was sinewy and active, and perchance he might yet make Galliard repent that he had discarded his rapier. The knight's reason for doing so he thought he had in Crispin's contemptuous words: "Good steel were too great an honour for you, Mr. Ashburn."
I have some skill," he pursued, tapping his hilt as he spoke, "besides, you shall be there, Gregory." And he smiled darkly. "Is there no other way?" asked Gregory, in distress. "There was," answered Joseph. "There was in Parliament. At Whitehall I met a man one Colonel Pride a bloodthirsty old Puritan soldier, who would give his right hand to see this Galliard hanged.
As he watched the drop of ink roll from his pen-point, he remembered that in London there dwelt at the sign of the Anchor, in Thames Street, one Colonel Pride, whose son this Galliard had slain, and who, did he once lay hands upon him, was not like to let him go again.
She repeated it again and again, and still she found more cause of grief and anger; love occasioned the first, and pride the last; and, to a soul perfectly haughty, as was that of Sylvia, it was hard to guess which had the ascendant: she considered Octavio to all the advantages that thought could conceive in one, who was not a lover of him; she knew he merited a heart, though she had none to give him; she found him charming without having a tenderness for him; she found him young and amorous without desire towards him; she found him great, rich, powerful and generous without designing on him; and though she knew her soul free from all passion, but that for Philander, nevertheless she blushed and was angry, that he had thoughts no more advantageous to the power of those charms, which she wish'd might appear to him above her sex, it being natural to women to desire conquests, though they hate the conquered; to glory in the triumph, though they despise the slave: and she believed, while Octavio had so poor a sense of her beauty as to believe it could be forsaken, he would adore it less: and first, to satisfy her pride, she left the softer business of her heart to the next tormenting hour, and sent him this careless answer by his page, believing, if she valued his opinion; and therefore dissembled her thoughts, as women in those cases ever do, who when most angry seem the most galliard, especially when they have need of the friendship of those they flatter.
"Someone comes, Sir Crispin!" he repeated, shaking his hands in a frenzy. Galliard listened. Steps were approaching. The soldier heard them also, and renewed his efforts. Then Crispin spoke. "Why stand you there like a fool?" he growled. "Quench the light stay, we may want it! Cast your cloak over it! Quick, man, quick!" The steps came nearer. The lad had obeyed him, and they were in darkness.
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