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He helped me take off my blouse and waistcoat, and then I rolled my sleeves to the elbow. The hum of voices had grown louder. I could hear men offering to bet and others bantering for odds. "We'll know soon," said a voice near me, "whether he could have killed Ronley in a fair fight." I turned to look at those few in the arena.
She turned her face away, and spoke slowly, her voice trembling with emotion. "To give my body to be burned," said she. I turned, lifting my arm to smite the man who had brought me there; but lo! some stronger hand had struck him, some wonder-working power of a kind that removes mountains. Lord Ronley was wiping his eyes. "I cannot do this thing," said he, in a broken voice.
Lamson will drive, and let the bearer ride with the others. "Very truly yours, "RONLEY." To whom it may concern. "Mme. St. Jovite, the bearer, is on her way to my house at Wrentham, Frontenac County, second concession, with a despatch of urgent character. I shall be greatly favored by all who give her furtherance in this journey. "Respectfully, etc., "Ronley, "Colonel of King's Guard."
"I am Lord Ronley, fifth Earl of Pickford, and, cousin of his Most Excellent Majesty the King of England; there is the proof." He tossed the parchment to the table carelessly, resuming his chair. "Forgive me," said he, as the general took it. "I have little taste for such theatricals. Necessity is my only excuse." "It is enough," said the other. "I am glad to know you.
In two hours they had me in jail, I knew not where. In the morning they let me send a note to Lord Ronley, who was now barely two days out of his own trouble. A week passed; I was to be tried for a spy, and saw clearly the end of it all. Suddenly, a morning when my hopes were gone, I heard the voice of his Lordship in the little corridor.
A keeper came with him to the door of my cell, and opened it. "The doctor," said he. "Well, well, old fellow," said Ronley, clapping me on the shoulder, "you are ill, I hear." "Really, I do not wish to alarm you," I said, smiling, "but but it does look serious." He asked me to show my tongue, and I did so. "Cheer up," said he, presently; "I have brought you this pill. It is an excellent remedy."
"It is gathered this night," he continued, "to avenge the death of Lord Ronley, a friend of his Majesty, and of many here present, and an honored member of this order. For his death you, and you alone, are responsible, and, we suspect, under circumstances of no credit to your sword.
"I cannot do this thing. Take her and go." D'ri had turned away to hide his feelings. "Take them to your boat," said his Lordship. "Wait a minute," said D'ri, fixing his lantern. "Judas Priest! I ain't got no stren'th. I 'm all tore t' shoe-strings." I took her arm, and we followed D'ri to the landing. Lord Ronley coming with us. "Good-by," said he, leaning to push us off.
A bateau and six canoes were waiting on the beach, and when we had come to the schooner I unbound the prisoners. "You can get ashore with this bateau," I said. "You will find the horses tied to a tree." "Wha' does thet mean?" said D'ri. "That we have no right to hold them," was my answer. "Ronley was, in no way responsible for their coming."
When I decided to go it was near midnight, The mission was not all to my taste, but the reward was handsome and the letter of Lord Ronley reassuring. I knew I could do it, and dressed as soon as possible and walked to the Lone Oak, a sergeant escorting. There, as I expected, the big soldier known as D'ri was waiting, his canoe in a wagon that stood near.
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