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The entries confirm in every particular the statements of Truxton, Bollman, and others, and repudiate the idea of treasonable designs. That journal, having been transmitted from England, is before me. From it a few brief extracts will be made.
"They'll see us by the lightning," gasped Truxton, almost ready to drop from faintness and exhaustion. He was astounded, even alarmed, to find that his strength had been so gravely depleted by confinement and lack of nourishment. They were inside the city walls. Ahead of them, in that labyrinth of filthy streets lay the way to the distant square.
And now it becomes my deplorable duty to divulge the fact that Truxton King, after two full days and nights in the city of Edelweiss, was quite ready to pass on to other fields, completely disillusionised in his own mind, and not a little disgusted with himself for having gone to the trouble to visit the place. To his intense chagrin, he had found the quaint old city very tiresome.
"Uncle Caspar's I mean Count Halfont's. He's got another, so he won't miss this one. I'm going to leave some worms in it when I put it back in his desk. He'll think the fairies did it. Do you believe in fairies?" "Certainly, Peter," said Truxton, engaged in impaling a stubborn worm. "My name isn't Peter," said the Prince coldly. "I was thinking of Peter Pan. Ever hear of him?" "No.
But before Truxton King he knew the lovely girl who became the wife of that devoted adventurer, and who, to him, was always to be "Aunt Loraine."
The gag was removed from his stiff, inflamed mouth. "Fetch him some water," said a voice that he was sure he recognised a high, querulous voice. "Hello, Spantz," articulated Truxton, turning to the black-bearded, bent figure. There was an instance of silence. Then Spantz spoke, with a soft laugh: "You will not know so much to-morrow, Herr King. Give him the water, man.
There were two great fireplaces, almost hidden to-night by the heaped-up fruits of the harvest, orange and red and green, with cornstalks and goldenrod from the fields for decorations. Becky found Mary alone at a small table in a corner. Truxton had left her to forage for refreshments and Randy followed him. "Are you having a good time, Mary?" Mary did not answer at once.
So it was now as they stopped to speak to the Judge's party that Mrs. Beaufort said graciously, "I am reading a letter from Truxton. Would you like to hear it?" Mary, speaking with a sort of tense eagerness, said, "Yes." So the Flippins sat down, and Mrs. Beaufort read in her pleasant voice the letter from France. Randy, lying on his back under the old oak, listened.
I am, therefore, firmly persuaded that, situated as our country now is, a young man of activity and talents has the best chance for health, fortune, and honour by entering the navy. Your sons are under peculiar advantages, for you may be assured that they will find not only a friend, but truly a parent in Captain Truxton.
"I'll take it," said Truxton, smiling indulgently. With that he picked up the weapon and stalked away. A few minutes later he was on his way to the Castle grounds, accompanied by the short-legged Mr. Hobbs, who, from time to time, was forced to remove his tight-fitting cap to mop a hot, exasperated brow, so swift was the pace set by long-legs.
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