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Philip muttered something, and held out the coin to Captain Kinraid, of course in vain; nor was there time to urge it back upon the giver, for the obstacle to their progress was suddenly removed, the crowd pressed upon the captain and his wife, the procession moved on, and Philip along with it, holding the piece in his hand, and longing to throw it far away.
Philip hated him in his heart. Kinraid hardly heard him. He was growing faint with the heavy blows he had received, the stunning fall he had met with, and the reaction from his dogged self-control at first. Philip did not speak nor move. 'Tell her, continued Kinraid, rousing himself for another effort, 'what yo've seen. Tell her I'll come back to her.
Not that Kinraid knew or cared one jot about those gallant knights of old: all he knew was, that the French, under Boney, were trying to take the town from the Turks, and that his admiral said they must not, and so they should not. He and his men landed on that sandy shore, and entered the town by the water-port gate; he was singing to himself his own country song,
'Yo'll like it when once yo're there, said Kinraid, with a travelled air of superiority, as Philip fancied. 'No, I shan't, he replied, shortly. 'Liking has nought to do with it. 'Ah' yo' knew nought about it last neet, continued Daniel, musingly. 'Well, life's soon o'er; else when I were a young fellow, folks made their wills afore goin' to Lunnon.
He had favoured Charley Kinraid as a lover of Sylvia's; and though he had no idea of the truth though he believed in the drowning of the specksioneer as much as any one yet the year which had elapsed since Kinraid's supposed death was but a very short while to the middle-aged man, who forgot how slowly time passes with the young; and he could often have scolded Sylvia, if the poor girl had been a whit less heavy at heart than she was, for letting Philip come so much about her come, though it was on her father's business.
So Kinraid followed the light his light into the icy chill of the dairy, where the bright polished tin cans were quickly dimmed with the warm, sweet-smelling milk, that Sylvia was emptying out into the brown pans. In his haste to help her, Charley took up one of the pails. 'Eh? that'n 's to be strained. Yo' have a' the cow's hair in. Mother's very particular, and cannot abide a hair.
'Charley Kinraid! who's he? 'Yon specksioneer cousin o' mine, as I was talking on. 'And do yo' think he cares for yo'? asked Sylvia, in a low, tender tone, as if touching on a great mystery.
The two ravelins which Kinraid and his men had to occupy, for the purpose of sending a flanking fire upon the enemy, were not ten yards from that enemy's van. But at length there was a sudden rush of the French to that part of the wall where they imagined they could enter unopposed.
'It seems strange, she said, 'how as one man turns up, another just disappears. Why, it were but upo' Tuesday as Kinraid come back, as all his own folk had thought to be dead; and next day here's Measter Hepburn as is gone no one knows wheere! 'That's t' way i' this world, replied Coulson, a little sententiously.
Lieutenant Kinraid, who had shared his captain's daring adventure off the coast of France three years before, who had been a prisoner with him and Westley Wright, in the Temple at Paris, and had escaped with them, and, through Sir Sidney's earnest recommendation, been promoted from being a warrant officer to the rank of lieutenant, received on this day the honour from his admiral of being appointed to an especial post of danger.
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