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'Twas but a few seconds before she and Osmonde were close enough to him to mark his fallen face and ghastly pallor, and a strange dew starting out upon his brow. But 'twas his wife who knelt beside his prostrate body, waving all else aside with a great majestic gesture of her arm. "Back! back!" she cried. "Air! air! and water! My lord! My dear lord!"
So it was that she had not been three hours at Camylott before she knew that, with regard to herself, my Lord Duke of Osmonde had made some strong resolve. No other than herself could have detected, she knew, but on her first glance at his face she beheld it written there.
My lady answered him in a low voice from the coach; her colour had come back, and she gave him her hand which he kissed. Then the equipage rolled away and he entered his own, and being driven back to Osmonde House said to himself gravely, over and over again, one word "To-morrow!"
The strength of each was so the being of the other that no thought could take form in the brain of one without the other's stirring with it. "Neither of us dare be ignoble," Osmonde said, "for 'twould make poor and base the one who was not so in truth."
'Twas a fierce voice, the voice of a brave creature who feared none of them; though 'twas a rich voice and a woman's, and so rang with authority that it actually checked the tempest for a moment and made the leaders turn to look. She made her way nearer and threw back her hood from her face. "I am Clorinda Mertoun, who is Duchess of Osmonde," she cried to them. "There are many of you know me.
Lacqueys stood about the entrance, and the Osmonde liveries were to be seen going to and fro in the streets, the Duke was observed to drive to Kensington and back, and to St. James's, and the House of Parliament, and it was known was given audience by the Queen upon certain secret matters of State.
Later Osmonde heard further details of this story of how the poor child, having no refuge in the great city, had dared at last to go to Dunstanwolde House in the wild hope that her ladyship, who had last seen Sir John, might tell her if he had let drop any word concerning his journey if he had made one.
Sir John Oxon Returns Also When his Grace of Osmonde returned to town he found but one topic of conversation, and this was of such interest and gave such a fillip to gossip and chatter that fierce Sarah of Marlborough's encounters with Mrs. Masham, and her quarrels with Majesty itself, were for the time actually neglected.
Yet though their conversation did not flag, and each found pleasure in the other's company, Osmonde was conscious of a secret restlessness.
'Is there justice, he said, 'that a human thing can be cast into the world and so left alone?" "Your Grace spoke so," said her ladyship to Osmonde, "while you were yet so young?" and the velvet of her eyes seemed to grow darker. "It was a bitter thing," said Osmonde. "There was no justice in it." "Nay, that there was not," my lady said, very low.
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