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The war had been truly a war of extermination; nor did Munster recover her due proportion of the population of the island for nearly two centuries afterwards. The appointment of Sir John Perrott dates from 1583, though he did not enter on the duties of Lord Deputy till the following year. Like most of the public men of that age, he was both soldier and statesman.
He looked at the scattered lights in the town beneath, and thought of Arthur and Susan, or Evelyn and Perrott venturing out unwittingly, and by their happiness laying themselves open to suffering such as this.
"I'm not a young lady," Evelyn flashed; she bit her underlip. "Just because I like splendid things you laugh at me. Why are there no men like Garibaldi now?" she demanded. "Look here," said Mr. Perrott, "you don't give me a chance. You think we ought to begin things fresh. Good. But I don't see precisely conquer a territory? They're all conquered already, aren't they?"
"We have tried to make him forget his misfortune in having died three hundred years ago," said Mr. Perrott. "It would be awful to be dead!" ejaculated Evelyn M. "To be dead?" said Hewet. "I don't think it would be awful. It's quite easy to imagine.
"I don't believe you care a bit!" she said, turning savagely upon Mr. Perrott, who had sat all this time in silence. "I? Oh, yes, I do," he answered awkwardly, but with obvious sincerity. Evelyn's questions made him too feel uncomfortable. "It seems so inexplicable," Evelyn continued. "Death, I mean.
The church is a small cruciform Perp. structure of rather poor workmanship, with a low central tower. The tower arches are panelled, and there is a piscina in the chancel. The manor house hard by is a handsome gabled modern mansion. In the parish Roman remains have been discovered. The companion village of South Perrott is in Dorset. Petherton, North, a village 3 m.
Elliot was holding out her watch, and playfully tapping it upon the face. Hewet was recalled to the fact that this was a party for which he was responsible, and he immediately led them back to the watch-tower, where they were to have tea before starting home again. A bright crimson scarf fluttered from the top of the wall, which Mr. Perrott and Evelyn were tying to a stone as the others came up.
When she was actually on the way downstairs, the blood began to circle through her body of its own accord too, for her mind felt very dull. Mr. Perrott was waiting for her. Indeed, he had gone straight into the garden after luncheon, and had been walking up and down the path for more than half an hour, in a state of acute suspense. "I'm late as usual!" she exclaimed, as she caught sight of him.
Perrott followed her to a curved green seat under a tree. They looked at the fountain in front of them, which had long ceased to play. Evelyn kept looking at the fountain instead of thinking of what she was saying; the fountain without any water seemed to be the type of her own being. "Of course I care for you," she began, rushing her words out in a hurry; "I should be a brute if I didn't.
We may find him later in the same war in 1584 serving under Perrott and Norris, along the Foyle and the Bann, for the expulsion of the Antrim Scots.
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