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Then came a change a wall of black, heavy thorn rose ahead, which no one was mad enough to face. The baronet pulled his bay violently to the right and looked to see the dashing huntress follow. But, no; the blood of Miss Hunsden and the "red-roan steed" was up, and straight they went at that awful pace. "For God's sake, Miss Hunsden!" cried the voice of Lord Ernest Strathmore, "don't try that!"
A young crescent moon rose in the bleak sky; on the shore the flood-tide beat its hoarse refrain, and in his chamber Harold Godfrey Hunsden lay dying. They knew it the silent watchers in that somber room his daughter, and all. She knelt by the bedside, her face hidden, still, tearless, stunned. Sir Everard, the doctor, the rector, silent and sad, stood around.
"How many men," he asked, "are required for garrisons in all the fortresses and cities, and for the field?" "But," interposed Lord Hunsden, "not half so many men are needed in the garrisons; for the burghers ought to be able to defend their own cities. Moreover it is probable that your ordinary contributions might be continued and doubled and even tripled."
Did Crimsworth order you to fast by way of punishment, William!" "No, Mr. Hunsden. Fortunately at this sulky juncture, tea, was brought in, and I fell to upon some bread and butter and cold beef directly. Having cleared a plateful, I became so far humanized as to intimate to Mr. Hunsden that he need not sit there staring, but might come to the table and do as I did, if he liked."
I fear the result of this fall will be fatal." He needed no second bidding; he was off like the wind. Sir Galahad sprung over the ground, and reached Hunsden in an incredibly short time. A flying figure, in wild alarm, came down the avenue to meet him. "Oh, Sir Everard!" Harrie panted, in affright, "where is papa? He left to go to Kingsland Court, and Starlight has come galloping back riderless.
"Sir Everard's mother has left Kingsland Court. I am companion to Sir Everard's wife." "Ah! jest so! Got married lately, didn't he! Might I ask your name, miss?" "I am Sybilla Silver." "Thanky," said Mr. Parmalee, with a satisfied nod. "So much easier getting along when you know a person's name. Married a Miss Hunsden, didn't he the baronet?" "Yes. Miss Harriet Hunsden." "That's her.
"I remember Captain Hunsden," Lady Kingsland said, thoughtfully, "and I remember this girl, too, when she was a child of three or four years. He was a very handsome man, I recollect, and he married away in Canada or the United States. There was some mystery about that marriage something vague and unpleasant no one knew what. She ought to be pretty, this daughter." "Pretty!"
She wants me to marry Lady Louise, and I won't marry Lady Louise if she was the last woman alive. Milly, who was Miss Hunsden's mother?" "Her mother? I'm sure I don't know. I was quite a little girl when Captain Hunsden was here before, and Harrie was a pretty little curly-haired fairy of three years. I remember her so well.
"Dear Miss Hunsden," he said, gently, "there has been an accident. I am sorry to be the bearer of ill news, but don't be alarmed all may yet be well." "Papa," she barely gasped. "He has met with an accident a second apoplectic fit. I found him lying in Brithlow Wood. He had fallen from his horse. Mr. Green is fetching him here in his chaise. They will arrive presently.
"Your portrait, to any one who loved you, would, for the sake of association, be without price." That inscrutable Hunsden heard this remark and felt it rather acutely, too, somewhere; for he coloured a thing not unusual with him, when hit unawares on a tender point.
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