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A book wherein the hero overcame the villain by desperate means and won the girl by a single stroke of manly dauntlessness was to him like so much trash. Melodramatic plays he despised. Griffith's pictures were the only ones in which he could tolerate a "staged" thrill.
And while they stood open-mouthed, yet dumb, in came the Scamp, and, with a brisk assumption of delegated authority, took Griffith's weapon out of his now unresisting hand, then marched to Neville. He instantly saluted Catharine, and then handed his pistol to her seeming agent, with a high-bred and inimitable air of utter nonchalance.
The surgeon smiled satirically, comparing silent Griffith's peril with his second's. Griffith took no notice. He went like Fortitude plodding to Execution. Major Rickards fell behind, and whispered Mr. Islip, "Don't like his looks; doesn't march like a winner. A job for you or the sexton, you mark my words."
Slight as it was, it was no trifle to him, in spite of Griffith's exclamation, 'How absurd! Is a fellow to be bound to give an account of everything he looks at as if he were six years old? Catch me letting my mother pry into my pockets! But you are too meek, Bill; you perfectly invite them to make a row about nothing!
The Land League had thrown its shadow over him, and it mattered little how joyously a conversation might begin, too soon a reference was made to Griffith's valuation, or the possibility of a new Coercion Act. In the course of the afternoon, however, much to the astonishment of Milord and Mrs.
Marshaller of Griffith's war array; The scourger of the flattering race, For them a dagger has his face; Each traitor false he loves to smite, A lion is he for deeds of might; Soon may he tear, like lion grim, All the Lloegrians limb from limb! May God and Rome's blest father high Deck him in surest panoply! Hail to the valiant carnager, Worthy three diadems to bear!
And poor Phemie and the gentleman who made love to you all the evening, Dolly. What was his name? Was n't it Gowan?" Griffith's eyes turned toward Dolly that instant. "Gowan!" he exclaimed. "You didn't say anything about him. You didn't even say he was there." "Did n't she?" said Mollie, looking up with innocently wide-open eyes. "Why, he made love to her all "
So, then, the mystery was at an end. Poor Captain Griffith's murderess was his adored sweetheart! She had killed him in her sleep, and knew it not. In the blindness of slumber she had repeated the enormous tragedy, as sinless nevertheless as the angel who looked down and beheld her and pitied her!
Himpossible!" gasped Blake, "And your papa a juke!" At sight of Griffith's upcurving eyebrows, Lord James smiled resignedly and explained: "Quite true as to His Grace, y'know. But I assure you that even in England I am legally only a commoner. It's only by courtesy custom, you know that I'm given my father's second title." "That's all right, Mr. Scarbridge," assured Griffith, in turn.
Clarence did not reach Baden till ten days after the despatch of Martyn's letter, and Griffith's condition had in the meantime become much more serious.
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