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More than anything I am looking forward, down at Lyndwood, to have you, if you will, talk to me seriously." "Shall I dare to argue with you, I wonder?" he asked. She smiled at him. "Why not? A matter of courage?" "The bravest person in the world," he declared, "remembers always that little proverb about discretion." The conference between Mr. Foley and Maraton was brief enough.
The more the merrier, say I. But if he sets eyes on Mab Lyndwood it may somewhat unsettle his love for the Lady Anne." "Tush, Gabriel!" said Morgan Fenwolf, darting an angry look at him. "What business have you to insinuate that the king would heed other than the lady of his love?" "You are jealous, Morgan Fenwolf," rejoined Gabriel, with a malignant grin.
Of the Mysterious Noise heard in the Curfew Tower. On quitting the kitchen, Henry, having been informed by Bouchier that Tristram Lyndwood was lodged in the prison-chamber in the lower gateway, proceeded thither to question him.
Mabel Lyndwood, in your grandfather's name, I command you to come with me, and let Nick Clamp look to himself if he dares to hinder you." "Nick will do something more than hinder her," rejoined the falconer, brandishing his staff, and rushing upon the other. "Felon hound! I command thee to yield!"
"I have been waiting for you for some time, Mabel Lyndwood," he said. "You must go with me to your grandfather." "My grandfather would never send you for me," replied Mabel; "but if he did, I will not trust myself with you." "The saints preserve us!" cried Nicholas Clamp. "Can I believe my eyes! do I behold Morgan Fenwolf!" "Come with me, Mabel," cried Fenwolf, disregarding him.
"She is granddaughter to old Tristram Lyndwood, who dwells at Black Nest, near the lake, at the farther extremity of Windsor Forest, and who was forester to your royal father, King Henry the Seventh, of blessed memory." "Ha! is it so?" cried Henry. But he was prevented from further remark by Anne Boleyn, who, perceiving how his attention was attracted, suddenly interposed.
How Tristram Lyndwood was interrogated by the King. Anne Boleyn remained with her royal lover for a few minutes to pour forth her gratitude for the attachment he had displayed to her, and to confirm the advantage she had gained over Wolsey. As soon as she was gone, Henry summoned an usher, and giving him some instructions respecting Mabel Lyndwood, proceeded to the Curfew Tower.
Maraton was more than ever conscious of the delicate perfection of her person, her clear skin, her silky brown hair. She was something new to him in her sex. He knew quite well that a request from her was an unusual thing. "I will come, Lady Elisabeth," he promised gravely. "Beyond that, of course, I can say nothing. But I will come to Lyndwood."
In another moment he was beside them, and fixed his dark piercing eyes on Mabel in such a manner as to compel her to avert her gaze. "What brings you here this morning, Tristram Lyndwood?" he demanded, in a hoarse imperious tone. "The same motive that brought you, Valentine Hagthorne," replied the old forester "to see the royal chase." "This, I suppose, is your granddaughter?" pursued Hagthorne.
How Tristram Lyndwood and Mabel were liberated. Intelligence of the queen's return was instantly conveyed to Anne Boleyn, and filled her with indescribable alarm. All her visions of power and splendour seemed to melt away at once.
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