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"Come and take them," said the Nevile, unconscious that he uttered a reply famous in classic history, as he sprang backward a step or so, and threw himself into an attitude of defence. The stranger slowly raised a rude kind of mace, or rather club, with a ball of iron at the end, garnished with long spikes, as he replied, "Art thou mad eno' to fight for such trifles?"
No! John of Montagu would not suit thee, nor thou him. But how to provide for thee till my return I know not." "Dare I not hope, then, to make one of your embassage, noble earl?" Warwick bent his brows, and looked at him in surprise. "Of our embassage! Why, thou art haughty, indeed! Nay, and so a soldier's son and a Nevile should be!
Curiosity ravaged her. On one of these days, breakfast over at half-past ten, young Mr. Chevenix declared his intention with cheerfulness and point. "Twentieth of April Dizzy's birthday, or Shakespeare's. Nevile, I'm going to fish your river. They are leaping like the boys in Eugene Aram, and I'm going to give them something to leap at. Now, what are all you people going to do?
"Verily," muttered the Nevile, approaching very slowly, "I knew what would happen; but to lay hands on my host, an' he were fifty times a wizard No! My liege," he said in a firm tone, but falling on his knee, and his gallant countenance pale with generous terror, "my liege, forgive me.
'Let every man praise the bridge he goes over, as the saw saith. Truce to this talk, Master Nevile. I hear that your young hostess ehem! Mistress Sibyll, is greatly marvelled at among the court gallants, is it so?" Marmaduke's frank face grew gloomy.
I have seen, amongst the trees below this tower, the gleam of steel; I have crept through the foliage, and counted no less than a hundred armed men, their leader is Sir Marmaduke Nevile, Earl Warwick's kinsman!" "Ha!" muttered the king, and his bold face fell, "comes the earl's revenge so soon?"
From this revery he was aroused by a quick footstep, and as he lifted his gloomy gaze, he beheld Marmaduke Nevile by his side. "Well, young man," said he, sternly, "with what messages art thou charged?" "With none, my lord earl. I await now no commands but thine." "Thou knowest not, poor youth, that I can serve thee no more. Go back to the court."
Oh, she was right, she was right. Pish! And there's an end of it." He was aware of softly moving feet below a measured tread. He listened and heard them beyond dispute. "Nevile!" he said, "like a beast, padding about his place." He listened on, grimly amused. Let him pad and rage. But he was to be startled. A voice hailed him, not Ingram's. "Beg your pardon, sir." "Hulloa!" he cried.
I heard his breath whistle through his nose like the wind at a keyhole. He says 'You mistake, sir. You forget. Or do I deserve to be insulted? I told him that I was the insulted person in the party, and the ladies came next. I swear I heard a chuckle behind the door. That I swear to." Chevenix, round-eyed and staring, was heard to mutter, "Good old Nevile!
"Hang it all, Sancie," he cried, "you can't have known me for eight years without feeling something." She looked up at him, and he saw that her eyes were full. "Oh, Nevile," she said, with a quivering lip, "don't let us look back. Indeed, I can't do it now." He put his arm round her and, drawing her closer, kissed her forehead. "My pretty one, we won't. I had much rather look forward.
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