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"Then bring something to eat bring it to the gun-room instantly something for Captain Ormond and a bottle of Sir Lupus's own claret and two glasses " "Three glasses!" cried Ruyven. "Four!" "Five!" shouted Harry and Cecile. "Six!" added Samuel; and little Benny piped out, "Theven!" "Then bring two bottles, Cato," called out Dorothy. "I want some small-beer!" protested Benny.
You should hear them talk of their hero!" "Dorothy will be glad, too," said Ruyven. "You'll be in time for the wedding." I strove to smile, facing Sir George with an effort. His face, in the full sunlight, seemed haggard and careworn, and the light had died out in his eyes. "For the wedding," he repeated. "We are to be wedded to-morrow. You did not know that, did you?" "Yes; I did know it.
As I rose, nodding to them gravely, all their shy deference seemed to return; they were no longer a careless, chattering band, crowding at my elbows to pluck my sleeves with, "Oh, Cousin Ormond" this, and "Listen, cousin," that; but they stood in a covey, close together, a trifle awed at my height, I suppose; and Ruyven and Dorothy conducted me with a new ceremony, each to outvie the other in politeness of language and deportment, calling to my notice details of the scenery in stilted phrases which nigh convulsed me, so that I could scarce control the set gravity of my features.
"Oh, for all that sin we were born in," said Ruyven, absently. "But that's not fair," said Dorothy. "Are you smarter than a clergyman?" sneered Ruyven. Dorothy spread the white silk stocking over one knee. "I don't know," she sighed, "sometimes I think I am." "Pride," commented Cecile, complacently. "Pride is sin, so there you are, Dorothy."
Dorothy, stitching serenely, answered: "I am sure God is fair." "Oh, everybody knows that," observed Cecile. "What we want to know is, what does He mean to do with us." "If we're good," added Samuel, fervently. "He will damn us, perhaps," said Ruyven, sucking his paint-brush and looking critically at his work. "Damn us? Why?" inquired Dorothy, raising her eyes.
Scott was accompanied by so powerful an armed force that the magistrates could not arrest him. One of them, however, Secretary Van Ruyven, invited him to cross the river to New Amsterdam and confer with the governor there. Scott replied, "Let Stuyvesant come here with a hundred men; I will wait for him and run my sword through his body."
"Not you, Dorothy, nor yet Ruyven, nor the others. Forget what I said. As the Spaniards have it, 'Only a fool goes travelling, and I'm not too notorious for my wisdom, even in Augustine.
If he would, our cousin Ormond and I could wed at once; you see I have my bride's stockings here; Cecile could do my hair, Sammy carry my prayer-book, Benny my train, Ruyven read the service " Harry, flushing at the shout of laughter, gave Dorothy a dark look, turned and eyed me, then scowled again at Dorothy.
"Children!" shouted Ruyven. "I bet you ten shillings he can outcast you yet!" "Done!" she flashed, then, all in a breath, smiled adorably and shook her head. "No, I'll not bet. He could win if he chose. We understand each other, my cousin Ormond and I," and gave my hands a little friendly shake with both of hers, then dropped them to still Ruyven's clamor for a wager.
Have you a shilling, Cousin Ormond?" "I'll throw hunting-knives for it," suggested Dorothy. "Oh no, you won't," retorted her brother, warily. "Then I'll race you to the porch." He shook his head. She laughed tauntingly. "I'm not afraid," said Ruyven, reddening and glancing at me. "Then I'll wrestle you." Stung by the malice in her smile, Ruyven seized her. "No, no!
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