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The picture in my mind had followed his every sentence, and even the very words she must have used were ringing in my ears. Then, as we sat talking in low tones, the door opened, and a hearty voice cried out: "Now where is this rebel, this traitor? They tell me one lies hid in this house. 'Slife, I must have at him!" "Mr. Fox!" I exclaimed. He took my hands in his, and stood regarding me.
'Slife! even in June one could not go open breasted in those regions of cold and catarrh, a very great misfortune, let me tell you, my Lord, if one's cambric happened to be of a very delicate and brilliant texture, and one wished to penetrate the inward folds of a lady's heart, by developing to the best advantage the exterior folds that covered his own."
MacLean took up the pardon and held it to a candle. It caught, but before the flame could reach the writing Haward had dashed down the other's hand and beaten out the blaze. "'Slife, Angus, what would you do!" he cried, and, taken unawares, there was angry concern in his voice. "Why, man, 't is liberty!" "I may not accept it," said MacLean, with dry lips. "That letter, also, is useless to me.
We walked silently into the parlour, and I closed the door. "Slife!" cried Courtenay, "she's a vision. What say you, Philip? And I might see her in that guise again, egad, I would forgive Tom his five hundred crowns!" "A buxom vision," agreed my cousin, "but I vow I like 'em so." He had forgotten his cold. "This conversation is all of a piece with the rest of your conduct," said I, hotly.
"Tho' it is Sunday, the air in my Jerusalem chamber is as bad as in any crimps den in St. Giles's. 'Slife, and I live to be forty, I shall have as many underground avenues as his Majesty Louis the Eleventh." "He must have a place," put in my Lord Carlisle. "We must do something for him," said Fox, "albeit he is an American and a Whig, and all the rest of the execrations.
'Slife! she was a saucy jade, and devilish pretty. Such a face! so Stavordale vowed, and such a neck! and such eyes! so innocent, so ravishingly innocent. But she knew cursed well George was after the bank deposit, and kept him galloping. And when he got a view, halloa, egad! she was stole away again, and no scent.
There, his talents would make him an admiral, and doubtless give him the social position he secretly coveted. He confounded us all by his answer. "I thank you, Mr. Fox. But I cannot accept your kindness." "Slife!" said Fox, "you refuse? And you know what you are doing?" "I know usually, sir." Comyn swore. My exclamation had something of relief in it.
But even as he determined thus, what moon there was became unveiled, and the light of it fell upon his face, which was turned towards Galliard. An exclamation of surprise escaped Sir Crispin. "'Slife, Master Stewart, I knew not your voice. Whither do you ride?" "What is it to you? Have you not wrought enough of evil for me? Am I never to be rid of you?
He toyed sorrowfully with the red ribbon in his black hair, and Crispin, seeing that no fresh stake was forthcoming, made shift to rise. But the coxcomb detained him. "Tarry, sir," he cried, "I've not yet done. 'Slife, we'll make a night of it." He drew a ring from his finger, and with a superb gesture of disdain pushed it across the board. "What'll ye stake?"
'Twas not so bad in Scotland haply because the country holds naught a man may profitably plunder but since we have crossed the Border, 'slife, they'll hang you if you steal so much as a kiss from a wench in passing." "Why, true," laughed Crispin, "the Second Charles hath an over-tender stomach.
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