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But he had no sooner turned his face than he wept bitterly, and said, "O Holy Virgin, think not of me, the sinner Orlando, but have pity on these thy servants!" And now with a mighty dust, and an infinite sound of horns and tambours, which came filling the valley, the first army of the infidels made its appearance, horses neighing, and a thousand pennons flying in the air.
He had to the full the courage of his lack of convictions. To a young man so untrammelled by prejudice it was self-evident that helpless philanthropists like Orlando G. Spence were just as much the natural diet of the strong as the lamb is of the wolf.
I suppose you must have been; for to be a knight, and never to have been in love, would be like being a man with no heart in his breast." The County replied, "Orlando I am, and in love I am. Love has made me abandon every thing, and brought me into these distant regions; and to tell you all in one word, my heart is in the hands of the daughter of King Galafron.
That the Italian delegates might refuse to sign, as Signor Orlando had threatened, until Italy's affairs were arranged satisfactorily was taken for granted, and the remaining members of the inner Council set to work to checkmate this potential maneuver and dispense with her co-operation.
He will know me by the name of Orlando Vivian. `Shall I say anything more? I asked. `No, he said; `please, just say that, and leave it. So, dear sir, I have followed the poor gentleman's wishes. I call him a gentleman, for I think he must have been a gentleman once. Poor man! I fear he is dying, and cannot be here very long.
"I should like to find a cheap boarding-house, but I don't know the city." "I do," answered Signor Orlando promptly. "Why not come to my house?" "Have you a house?" "I mean my boarding-house. It's some distance away. Suppose we take a horse-car?" "All right!" answered Phil, relieved to find a guide in the labyrinth of the great city.
He, Hugh Millner, at any rate, knew a good deal already: a good deal more than he had imagined it possible to learn in half an hour's talk with a man like Orlando G. Spence; and the loud-rumouring city spread out there before him seemed to grin like an accomplice who knew the rest.
Orlando rejoiced to see him so penitent, and readily forgave him: they embraced each other; and from that hour Oliver loved Orlando with a true brotherly affection, though he had come to the forest bent on his destruction.
The device, however, was never used, and Orlando ceased giggling suddenly, for chancing to glance up he saw a face at a window, pale, exquisite, delicate, with eyes that stared and stared at him as though he were a creature from some other world. Such a look he had never seen in anybody's eyes; such a look Louise Mazarine had never given in her life before.
"I'll tell you in my own time where I've been and what I've done," she continued. "I want to go upstairs. Stand out of the doorway." There was a movement behind her. A man in the wagon and the one on his horse seemed to grow angry and threatening. The ranchman dropped from his horse. Only Orlando stood cool, quiet and ominously watchful. Mazarine did not fail to notice the movement of the two men.
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