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Updated: June 9, 2025
That is all that the court need remember. Let me add the assurance that it would not in the least assist the court to know more, so far as the case under consideration is concerned." In view of that the president notified that he had nothing further to ask the witness, and Colonel Grant saluted and withdrew to a seat near Lady O'Moy.
"Didn't I tell you, O'Moy," answered the captain, mollified a little by the sympathy and good feeling peeping through the adjutant's boisterousness, "that poverty is just hell. It's my poverty that's in the way." "And is that all? Then it's thankful you should be that Sylvia Armytage has got enough for two." "That's just it." "Just what?" "The obstacle. I could marry a poor woman. But Sylvia "
"Will you be good enough to tell the court, Lady O'Moy, how you came to be upon the balcony?" Her pallor had deepened, and her eyes looked more than ordinarily large and child-like as they turned this way and that to survey the members of the court. Nervously she dabbed her lips with a handkerchief before answering mechanically as she had been schooled: "I heard a cry, and I ran out "
Miss Armytage whispered it to Lady O'Moy, exultation quivering in her whisper. "He is safe!" And she added: "He was magnificent." Lady O'Moy pressed her hand in return. "Thank God! Oh, thank God!" she murmured under her breath. "I do," said Miss Armytage. There was silence, broken only by the rustle of the president's notes as he briefly looked them over as a preliminary to addressing the court.
Things had reached a pass in which for the sake of all concerned, and perhaps for the sake of Miss Armytage more than any one, the whole truth must be spoken without regard to its consequences to Richard Butler. "You dare to take that tone?" began O'Moy in a voice of thunder. "Yourself shall be the first to justify it presently. I should be angry with you, O'Moy, for what you have done.
"Your Excellencies," he said he spoke an English that was smooth and fluent for all its foreign accent "Your Excellencies, this is a terrible affair." "To what affair will your Excellency be alluding?" wondered O'Moy. "Have you not received news of what has happened at Tavora? Of the violation of a convent by a party of British soldiers?
And he elaborated: "I assure you, sirs, it will be an evil day for the nobility of any country when its Government enacts against the satisfaction that one gentleman has the right to demand from another who offends him." "Isn't the conversation rather too bloodthirsty for a luncheon-table?" wondered Lady O'Moy.
Butler's invasion of the Tavora nunnery and with him went to bear the incredible tidings of their joint absolution to the three who waited so anxiously in the dining-room. The particular story which I have set myself to relate, of how Sir Terence O'Moy was taken in the snare of his own jealousy, may very properly be concluded here.
"Why, here is Terence," he said easily so easily, with such frank and obvious honesty of welcome, that the anger in which O'Moy came wrapped fell from him on the instant, to be replaced by shame. "I have been looking for you everywhere, my dear," he said to Una.
You may be a fine engineer, O'Moy, but I don't think I could have found a less judicious adjutant-general if I had raked the ranks of the army on purpose to find an idiot. Samoval was a spy the cleverest spy that we have ever had to deal with. Only his death revealed how dangerous he was. For killing him when you did you deserve the thanks of his Majesty's Government, as Grant suggests.
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