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But, apart from this, the prospect of profitably addressing himself to that lady in the future was, to say the least of it, beset with difficulties of no common kind. Supposing the means of disclosing Geoffrey's position to her to be found what would she do, when she received her warning? She would in all probability apply to one of two formidable men, both of whom were interested in the matter.

Geoffrey's eyes were turned within as he walked, as if he were thinking, but of thoughts far distant, far back in the past. Dacre held his glance still high and forward, fixed and straight upon the road before him.

Geoffrey's work apparently gave birth to a multitude of fictions, which came to be considered as quasi-historical traditions. From these, exaggerated by each succeeding age, and recast by each narrator, sprung the famous metrical romances of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, first in French and afterward in English, from which modern notions of Arthur are derived.

It was equally plain that the deception which Arnold had practiced on the people of the inn was a deception which Anne had herself rendered necessary, in her own interests. She was not to blame; it was clearly impossible for her to have foreseen such an event as Geoffrey's departure for London. Still, she felt an uneasy sense of responsibility a vague dread of what might happen next.

"What have you done with your hair?" was Master Geoffrey's puzzled answer. Lord Marnell laughed, and told the child that everybody's hair turned white as they grew old. "But your Lordship's hath done so quickly," remarked Richard. "That were no great marvel," he answered, gravely. Dame Lovell found it rather difficult to keep up her revengeful determination.

He was to leave the hospital in another year, and become Uncle Geoffrey's assistant, with a view to partnership. It was not quite Allan's taste, a practice in a sleepy country town; but, as he remarked rather curtly, "beggars must not be choosers," and he would as soon work under Uncle Geoffrey as any other man. I think Allan was rather ambitious in his secret views.

'Where did you tell the boy to meet us with the snack, Martin? inquired Wardle. 'Side of One-tree Hill, at twelve o'clock, Sir. 'That's not Sir Geoffrey's land, is it? 'No, Sir; but it's close by it. It's Captain Boldwig's land; but there'll be nobody to interrupt us, and there's a fine bit of turf there. 'Very well, said old Wardle. 'Now the sooner we're off the better.

Geoffrey lifted his mighty fist, and sprang forward a step. Perry held his patron back. "You can't do that, Sir," he said; "the man's too old. No fear of his turning up again you've scared him out of his wits." The statement was strictly true. The terror of Bishopriggs at the sight of Geoffrey's fist restored to him the activity of his youth.

John's exclamation when he heard the news, as preserved in the tradition of the next generation, "When he gets to hell, let him greet Hubert Walter," and, as earlier in the case of Hubert himself, "Now by the feet of God am I first king and lord of England," and, more trustworthy perhaps, the rapid decline of events after Geoffrey's death towards civil war and revolution, lead us to believe that like many a great judge he exercised a stronger influence over the actual history of his age than appears in any contemporary record.

Add to the dog's unreasoning instinct the calculating cunning of a man; suppose yourself to be in a position to say of some trifling thing, "Curious! at such and such a time I happened to pick up such and such an object; and now it turns out to be of some use to me!" and there you have an index to the state of Geoffrey's feeling toward his friend when he recalled the past or when he contemplated the future.