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Then he went to the door of the coach. "You are safe, Mistress Lanison." "Gilbert!" she whispered. "Pitch anything that belongs to this fellow into the road." A coat was thrown out. "Curse you both!" said Rosmore. "By God! if I live you shall pay for your work to-night!" "Is he to pay the price, mistress?" said the highwayman. "You know what you have suffered at his hands.
A dim light was burning in the circular chamber, and as Martin entered Barbara rose from a chair to meet him. Swiftly he drew the bow across the fiddle strings. "The fiddle laughs at your trouble, child." "It must not be laughed at so easily, Martin. Your news to-night " "Was just in time to save a very foolish man from my Lord Rosmore. I can guess what happened.
I marvel that you have the courage to walk abroad in Dorchester, and wonder, even more, that you come into this room." Crosby also walked to the table, and so they stood erect on either side of it, face to face, man to man, deadly enemies feeling each other's strength. "We may come to the point at once, Lord Rosmore. Where is Mistress Barbara Lanison?"
"Did you know that he was to have escaped from Dorchester with Mistress Lanison to-morrow night?" said Harriet as Fellowes closed the door. "Yes." "He's fooled fooled from first to last. She has gone to-night. She left Dorchester, not an hour ago, with Lord Rosmore. He has lied to her and to me," and the girl's eyes blazed with fury as she spoke. "Gone! Willingly, do you mean?"
It was almost the first articulate sound that Lord Rosmore heard as he galloped into the town, a troop of men about him, and those who watched him pass knew that the judge must be on his way from Winchester. Rosmore laughed, but his thoughts were complex, schemes ran riot in his brain. Immediately upon entering his lodging he sent for Watson and Sayers, and was restless until they came.
Her uncle rose from the writing table beside which he was seated, although it was evident he had not been writing; but it was not upon him her eyes were fixed, but upon the man who turned from the fireplace and bowed low to her. It was Lord Rosmore!
"No, I have not seen him since then." "It was the bare shoulders I thought of, not the whipping, you witch." "Now, tell me your purpose concerning Mistress Lanison," said the girl. "She is a woman in love," said Rosmore, "and loves not as her guardian would have her do. It is the usual way of women who have guardians.
"I might if I had ever heard of him," the landlord answered. "Who is in the house at this moment?" Rosmore asked. "A wench in the kitchen, and myself. My daughter is in the village at the merry-making, and the only other person about the place to-night is the boy who is looking after your horses." "I am sorry to inconvenience you, landlord, but I must make a search.
"So unless we capture this rebel of ours to-night, Mistress Lanison, I shall have to leave some of my men to do it," said Rosmore. "I must depart to-morrow morning, and you must you will give me my answer before I go?" "It is news to me that Crosby of Lenfield has been named as a rebel," said Fellowes. "It was news to me until I had my commands," said Rosmore.
And Crosby gave him the history of his dealings with Lord Rosmore, omitting no detail from the moment he had stepped into the room and overheard part of the conversation with Judge Marriott to his leaving Rosmore's lodging less than an hour ago. "It is well that you did not tell him of this place," said Fellowes. "You do not trust him?" "No. Do you?"
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