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"A friend," was the reply. "Open the gate, and let me in. I wish to see your commanding officer." I hurried down to tell Captain Norton, who ordered the gate to be opened. As the hunter advanced, what was my surprise to recognise our friend Rochford. The gate was opened, and the hunter entered. Throwing down the deer, he advanced with outstretched hand to meet Captain Norton.
It was finally arranged that Captain Norton, Carlos, Tim, and I, under the guidance of Pompey, should set out on our four best horses, with two led ones for Juanita and Rochford. The black declined mounting, declaring that he had never ridden a horse, but that he would keep the lead on foot. As soon as he had taken some food and a short rest we set out.
"Forward!" cried Captain Norton. "Yonder is the point for which we must aim." We struck our spurs into our horses' flanks. Scarcely had we done so than a chorus of yells and shrieks, in the shrillest of tones, broke on our ears; and the next instant we saw a horse burst forth from amidst the lodges with Rochford on its back, carrying Juanita before him.
Lady Rochford sighed gently and hung her head. 'My cousin Anne, that was a sinful Queen, God rest her soul ... she began. Sir Nicholas listened to her no more. 'See you, he whispered to Katharine. 'Peradventure it is best that Cicely have gone. Being a madcap, her comings and goings are heeded by no man, and it is true that she resorteth daily to the Bishop of Winchester, to plague his priests.
Cicely Rochford came close to Katharine and measured her neck with the span of her small hand. 'There is room! she said. 'Hast a long and a straight neck. Her husband muttered that he liked not these talkings. By diligent avoidance of such, he had kept his own hair and neck uncut in troublesome times. 'I will take thee to another place, Cicely threw at him over her shoulder.
Horace Walpole says “My Lady Rochford desired me t’other day to give her a motto for a ruby ring,” so that at that time poesies were not confined to wedding rings.
We at once struck away to the south-west, in the direction in which Carlos considered we were most likely to find sport. Rochford was unusually silent; a change had evidently come over him, and he seemed almost morose and sullen. When Carlos bantered him with not being as merry as usual, he turned away, and soon afterwards dropped behind the rest of the party.
The craft was not unlike an Irish "hooker;" her great beam showed that she was likely to carry her canvas well. That very evening the judge and his family, my father, Tim, and I, accompanied by Rochford and Lejoillie, went on board, and dropped down the river with the tide, ready to sail the following morning. We had plenty to amuse us.
There being no further need for concealment, I hurried forward, followed by Tim, when Rochford and his companion rapidly advanced to meet us. "Where have you been?" I exclaimed. "We feared that you had met with some accident, and we have been hunting for you all the morning." "I am sorry to have caused you and my other friends any anxiety, but I could not help myself," he answered.
At daybreak on the following morning we started, our party consisting of Lejoillie, Rochford, Carlos, Tim, and myself, with two ponies for carrying game, and four blacks to beat the bushes and make themselves generally useful.
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