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It is natural for a man to think so seeing what you are and what I am." Rosmore turned her towards a mirror on the wall. "Learn, mistress, to value yourself at something nearer your true worth. I see in the mirror as dainty a piece of womanhood as this fair land, with all its treasures of beauty, holds.
"A prophet, by gad!" exclaimed Rosmore. "I entered this room in time to hear your transaction with Judge Marriott," said Crosby. "Now the story ends in one of two ways. You have two orders of release, one for Mistress Lanison, one for me.
"Should you see him in Dorchester, you will do me a service by having him arrested. With this paper I can have him released at a convenient time. You are going? There is still wine in the bottle." "Just enough for you to drink to the success of your night's work," said Marriott savagely. "And to your health," Rosmore answered as he crossed the room with his guest.
Galloping Hermit, the highwayman, must be cautious how he went, and caution meant delay at every turn. He would not easily escape. So the dawn found Lord Rosmore with aching limbs but with a clear brain, and he looked about him, as far as he was able, wondering from which direction help would most likely come.
No, his niece did not expect him, nor Lady Bolsover either. His arrival was a surprise to both of them." "And to me," Martin answered; "but it is bad news. What brings him from Aylingford? Can Rosmore be in town?" "No, that is impossible," returned Fellowes. "He is busy with preparations for the assizes, and is in command of the military force placed at the disposal of Judge Jeffreys.
I know their value, or you would not have been so anxious to get them, and I have at least one friend in Dorchester who can execute those orders without any question being raised. Those orders you will deliver to me, here and now." "May I know how else the story might end?" Rosmore asked contemptuously. "With your death," was the quiet answer. "Oh, no, not murder; death in fair fight.
"And I fear Marriott would not be powerful enough to save her, although he says he could, if Rosmore took this course. The outlook is black, man, black as hell, and only one feeble ray of light can I bring into it. Marriott has promised to help me to open her prison doors should she be condemned. To his own undoing I believe he will keep that promise, so great is his hatred of Rosmore."
But tell me the whole story first. I heard of the dropped handkerchief. That was excellently conceived." Harriet told him of her visit to Barbara Lanison in London, repeating almost word for word what had been said. She told him of the journey to Dorchester, almost acted for his benefit the part of sobbing and frightened woman which she had played so well, and Rosmore laughed and applauded her.
Mistress Payne has done me the honour to see in me a worthy man. As soon as this detestable work of taking inhuman revenge on poor peasants is over, Mistress Payne will become Lady Rosmore my wife." A wave of colour swept into Harriet's face as Rosmore turned to her with a smile.
"Surely Martin cannot be 'Galloping Hermit'!" Barbara exclaimed. "He is. You will find the whole history in those papers," said Fellowes. "I knew soon after that night at Aylingford, the night Rosmore and I fought in the hall. It is a strange history. He came to Aylingford shortly after you were brought there as a child, a chance derelict it seemed, and not a little mad at times.
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