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The voice of Claverhouse was heard, even above the din of conflict, exclaiming to his soldiers "Kill, kill no quarter think on Richard Grahame!" The dragoons, many of whom had shared the disgrace of Loudon-hill, required no exhortations to vengeance as easy as it was complete. Their swords drank deep of slaughter among the unresisting fugitives.
"Under that of Colonel Grahame of Claverhouse, I am given to understand," said Morton; "one of the military commission, to whom it has pleased our king, our privy council, and our parliament, that used to be more tenacious of our liberties, to commit the sole charge of our goods and of our lives." "To Claverhouse?" said Edith, faintly; "merciful Heaven, you are lost ere you are tried!
"You gentlemen make no allowance for the likelihood that James Grahame, too, may be swearing himself Heaven's chosen weapon. 'Who gave Jacob to the spoil and Israel to the robbers did not I, the Lord? Oh, it's a confusing world!"
There was a noiseless struggle, a curse half breathed, then a figure slipped from the chaise into the road. Grahame sank back. "Marche, that damned poacher will hang us all. What am I to do?" "What is it?" asked Jack, in a scarcely audible voice. "Can't you hear? There's an Uhlan in the road in front. That fool means to kill him."
"The blessin' o' God on him," they said of Louis, "for priest is written all over him, an' how could he help it wid such a mother." "She's fit for a king," they said of Mona. "Wirra, an' to think she'd look at a plain man like Doyle Grahame."
Grahame had managed to get clear of the other wagon now and was driving out into the pasture, almost obscured by rifle smoke. "Oh, Jack!" faltered Lorraine "it is Rickerl!" It was Rickerl, stunned by the fall from his horse, lying back between them. "They'd kill him if they saw his uniform!" muttered Jack. "Hark! the French are cheering! They've repulsed the charge!
I would see you united to one who loves you, my child, ere your affections are bestowed on another, who may be less willing to return them." Grahame spoke in a tone of such unwonted softness, that the tears now rolled unchecked down Lilla's cheeks.
If they discover you and me, death or Botany Bay will be our destination." "It is simply a case of luck," Ledwith replied. "Scheming won't save us. If Lord Constantine were in London now " "Great God!" cried Grahame in a whisper, "there's the luck. Say no more. I'll work that fine name as it was never worked before."
When he had arrived right opposite to those, who, by their advancing to receive his message, seemed to take upon themselves as the leaders of the enemy, Cornet Grahame commanded his trumpeter to sound a parley.
The party was free to go as they came with the exception of Ledwith. They had a merry lunch, enlivened by a telegram from Lord Constantine, and by Folsom's discomfiture. Then Grahame drove away to the ship, Arthur set out for Dublin, and Honora was left alone with her dread and her sorrows, which Captain Sydenham swore would be the shortest of her life.
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