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Updated: June 14, 2025
The damage caused by the storm having been repaired, about a week after Paul left home a hunting party was organised, the captain and Mr Haward joining it, with all the boys. Sandy, on such occasions, always remained at home, although he had learned to stick to the saddle as well as any man.
Haward, in green, with rich lace at throat and wrist, was there before him, walking up and down in the cheerful light of a fire kindled against the dampness. "No sign of our men," he said, as the other entered. "Come to the fire. Faith, Colonel, my russet and gold becomes you mightily! Juba took you the aqua vitæ?" "Ay, in one of your great silver goblets, with a forest of mint atop.
'Tis ten years since I saw one." Haward detached the horseshoe-shaped bauble from the lace, and laid it on the other's palm. The master of Westover regarded it curiously, and read aloud the motto engraved upon its back: "'Sic Juvat Transcendere Montes. A barren exploit! But some day I too shall please myself and cross these sun-kissing hills.
"Okee is perhaps angry with his Monacans, and sent it." "Was it Audrey?" Haward laughed. "No, it was not Audrey. And so, Monacan, you have yourself fallen into the pit which you digged." From the fireplace came the schoolmaster's slow voice: "Dear sir, can you show the pit? Why should this youth desire to harm you? Where is the storm bird?
'I weigh not true love by the weight of the purse, And beauty is beauty in every degree. That's not Court doctrine." The lady to whom he spoke rested her cheek upon her hand, and looked past the singers to the blossoming slope and the sky above. "So much the worse for the Court," she said. "So much the better for" Haward glanced at her. "For Virginia?" he ended, with a smile.
In his rich, figured Indian nightgown and his silken nightcap, Haward sat and drank his wine, slowly, with long pauses between the emptying and the filling of the slender, tall-stemmed glass. A window was open, and the wind blowing in made the candles to flicker.
Haward, arriving somewhat after time, found drawn up upon this piece of sward a coach, two berlins, a calash, and three chaises, while tied to hitching-posts, trees, and the fence were a number of saddle-horses.
Haward ceased to speak for his father, and sighed for himself. "Moral: Three-and-thirty must be wiser in his day and generation." He rose from his chair, and began to walk the room. "If not Cophetua, what then, what then?" Passing the table, he took up the miniature again. "The villain of the piece, I suppose, Evelyn?" he asked. The pure and pensive face seemed to answer him.
Freedom, better days, a stake in a virgin land, friendship with a sometime foe." He bowed to his guest and drank. "In my country," answered MacLean, "where we would do most honor, we drink not to life, but to death. Crioch onarach! Like a gentleman may you die." He drank, and sighed with pleasure. "The King!" said Haward. There was a china bowl, filled with red anemones, upon the table.
Andrew's cross for a rattlesnake bite. I've had twinges lately, and the doctor lives hard by. Evelyn, will you rest here while I go petition Æsculapius? Haward, when I have the recipe I will return, and impart it to you against the time when you need it. No, no, child, stay where you are! I will be back anon."
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