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Still, it is ever the little weaknesses which are the danger-points in great enterprises, and Rosmore realised that Fellowes' presence in Dorchester might bring all his plans to the ground. Great was his satisfaction, therefore, when Barbara entered the coach and the horses started on their journey. At that moment Fellowes was listening to Martin Fairley's account of his visit to Aylingford.
"My dear Rosmore, if you are serious, your impudence is colossal, if you are in jest, I fail to see the point of it." "I have not come to the point, for jest it is, and one you may profit by. Sit down again and fill your glass we can enjoy the joke together.
He remembered that he had drunk much wine, yet, before this, he had not fought the worse upon such a quantity. He had known sudden encounters over dice and cards when the settlement followed hard upon the quarrel, as well as more formal duels, and in none had he been beaten. Truly this Crosby was no mean opponent, but no glow of satisfaction at meeting a worthy foeman came to Lord Rosmore.
Crosby might have gone with less care than he did and yet passed unnoticed. In the upper room at "The Anchor" he found Fellowes, who sprang up at his entrance. "Gad! I had lost all hope," he exclaimed. "I have been searching the town for you. I thought Rosmore must have caught you." "He did. A miracle has happened. Where is Fairley?"
But, remember, I have your promise, I may take which road I choose, alone and unhindered if I will it so," and then, as the door opened, she pushed him gently from her, and they were standing apart when Rosmore entered. "It has seemed a long hour, Mistress Lanison, to a waiting man. To you " "Long enough to hear the plan you have made for my escape," said Barbara. "For your escape and Mr.
Fellowes shall. If his sword is as facile as his pen, my Lord Rosmore, 'tis a marvel you are alive." "This fool annoys me, Sir John. I am not in the mood for jesting." "That, at least, is good news," said Martin, "for in this Monmouth affair there is no jest but real fighting to be done. Will you not save your strength for one side or the other?" "Peace, Martin," said Sir John.
Next time! No, once more it was turned aside, and then it touched him again. It was nothing, but there was blood on his arm. In a moment that blade which had begun to dazzle him would be in his heart. The curtains stirred again, floating out slightly into the room. Harriet's eyes turned to Rosmore, and saw the blood on his arm. She knew that this was the end.
For my part I am most anxious that Lord Rosmore should not do his whole duty. If he did, he would report Aylingford Abbey and ourselves suspect. I am most desirous that he should remember friendship as well as duty indeed, I have already urged this upon him." "That is true, but Sir John is too anxious in this matter."
I have seen it in my dreams." "Be quick, Martin." "I shall make more haste than I have ever done in my life before," he answered, bending over the edge by the corner. "Poor Rosmore! poor highwayman! Only a wife and a gibbet for them. But for us " "Stop talking, Martin, and let us get to work," came the answer from below. "I wonder whether Mistress Barbara will make a promise?"
"The day of the trial will be fixed it may be to-day or to-morrow, I cannot tell; but the night before she will be smuggled into a waiting coach and driven here to Aylingford." "Must she promise to marry Lord Rosmore first?" "Probably. Yes, he will certainly make her promise that before he helps her. It is not a hard promise to make, Martin; Lord Rosmore is a better mate than 'Galloping Hermit."
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