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I ran forward, and we quickly tore his fine ruffles to pieces and succeeded in quite stanching his wounds, none of which were serious. "'Tis only a little blood-letting," said my Lord Strepp with something of a smile. "'Twill cool him, perchance." "None of them are deep," I cried hastily. But Lord Strepp stopped me with a swift gesture. "Yes," he said, "I knew. I could see.
And do you go to him this second time and see what may be done in the matter of avoidance. But, mark you, if he expresses any wishes, you of course offer immediate accommodation. I will not wrong him twice." And so up came my Lord Strepp and hemmed and hawed in that way which puzzled me. A pair of thoughtful, honourable fellows, these, and I admired them greatly.
"The Earl has inquired for you to-day, or yesterday, as well as my young Lord Strepp and Colonel Royale." "Aye?" said I carelessly. "Did they so? Show me to a chamber. I am much enwearied. I would seek a good bed and a sound sleep, for I have ridden far and done much since last I had repose." "Yes, sir," said the landlord deferentially.
I found that I could lie in England as readily as ever I did in Ireland. "My friend will be on the ground with me, my lord; and as he also is a very amiable man it will not take two minutes to make everything clear and fair." Me, with not a friend in the world but Father O'Donovan and Mickey Clancy at Glandore! Lord Strepp bowed again, the same as before. "Until the morning then, Mr.
The night was growing, and as I was to fight at daybreak I needed a good rest; but I could not forget that in my pride I had told Lord Strepp that I was provided with a friend to attend me at the duel. It was on my mind.
So, leaving Paddy to hold one horse and Jem the other, with the seven men drawn up fiercely in front of the Manor House, Father Donovan and myself followed Lord Strepp into a large room, and there, buried in an arm-chair, reclined the aged Earl of Westport, looking none too pleased to meet his visitors.
Thrice my point pricked him to keep him off, and thrice my heart was in my mouth that he would come on regardless. The blood oozed out on his white ruffled shirt; he was panting heavily, and his eyes rolled. He was a terrible sight to face. At last I again touched him, and this time sharply and in the sword arm, and upon the instant my Lord Strepp knocked our blades apart.
Lord Strepp himself was there at the door, making excuses for the servants, who he said had gone to the fields to pick berries for their supper.
"Then, in Heaven's name, what are you fighting for?" "For the consent of the Earl and Countess of Westport to my marriage with Lady Mary, your sister." Lord Strepp gave a long whistle; then he laughed and sat down in the nearest chair. "But what does Mary say about it?" he asked at last.
His remark, incidentally, that his sister was fond of Forister, filled me with a sudden insolent madness. "I would hesitate to disturb any shipping trade," I said with dignity. "It is far from me to wish that the commerce of Great Britain should be hampered by sword-thrust of mine. If it would please young Lord Strepp, I could hand my apologies to Forister all tied up in blue-silk ribbon."
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