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But you shall see the White Valley and the buffalo. Shangi will lead, because you have been merciful to him, and have given him to sleep in your wigwam, and to eat of your wild meat. There are dogs in the forest. I have spoken." Trafford was impressed, and annoyed too. He thought too much sentiment was being squandered on a very practical and sportive thing.
"I'll Trafford him," said the Liberator and he struck the table with his hammer. "He ducks my messenger does he? I tell you I'll have fire for that water," and he looked around him as if he courted some remonstrance in order that he might crush it. "Trafford is a humane man," said Morley in a quiet tone, "and behaves well to his people."
"Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. "His name, I say! his name!" thundered the knight. And he unsheathed his sword. Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. When she came to herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to the care of a female attendant.
Lady Trafford sighed deeply. "Your ladyship has never been well since you married Sir Cecil," rejoined Mrs. Norris. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm." "Norris!" gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently.
Many of his followers were armed with bludgeons and other rude weapons, and moved in files. Behind them spread a more miscellaneous throng, in which women were not wanting and even children. They moved rapidly; they swept by the former cottage of Gerard; they were in sight of the settlement of Trafford.
It was Hagar's voice, and the cry came from her kitchen; and before Trafford had recovered from his surprise, there was a little sound of commotion in her distant province, doors were thrown open, voices echoed, and then along the silent hall came a sound the rush of eager feet that drove every trace of color from Trafford's face, as well it might, and made his heart beat so loud and wildly that he pressed his hands over it to stay its tumultuous beating.
"Is this!" cried Miss Trafford, in a great fright, lest Lady Nelthorpe should, by speaking first, have the pleasure of the narration. "We were walking, two or three days ago, by the sea-side, picking up shells and talking about the "Corsair," when a large fierce " "Man!" interrupted I. He would certainly have torn us to pieces if a very tall " "Not so very tall either," said Lady Nelthorpe.
But ef ye don't t'ank de Lord now, ye'll have to come to it 'fore long, Mas'r Dick; Hagar tells ye so! dat yer time'll come! it'll come!" "Hush!" said Trafford, harshly, "and do as I bade you." Hagar went out, sighing, "Dat time'll come, dat time'll come, bress de Lord!" Noll looked up from his seat by the fire, where he sat dripping and shivering, and said,
"Go where you will." Noll took his departure, more confident than ever that under Uncle Richard's coldness and seeming indifference there lurked love and regard for himself, and, true to his word, gave up all idea of ascending the cliff. As for Trafford, though outwardly stern and cold as ever, his heart went out to the boy more yearningly after that.
"I think the works were very wonderful," said Lord Milford, as he was cutting a pasty; "and indeed, Mrs Trafford, everything here is quite charming; but what I have most admired at your place is a young girl we met the most beautiful I think I ever saw." "With the most beautiful dog," said Mr Mountchesney. "Oh! that must have been Sybil!" exclaimed Mrs Trafford.
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