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Had Sir M. Walladmor been addicted to trembling, he would now have trembled: with earnest gaze, and outstretched arms, he listened without speaking to the stranger, who continued: "You talked together, until the moon was setting; and then, when the work was done Sir Morgan when the work was done, a shot was fired: and in the twinkling of an eye up sprang the sea-fencible; and he cried aloud, as I do now, Farewell!
Now did Sir Morgan learn what that anguish was: the next half hour taught him to estimate the torments of a final parting from the being in whom the whole heart's love lies treasured. Lady Walladmor had passed the night in convulsions, falling out of one fit into another with intervals of only a few moments.
That sound awoke Miss Walladmor from her trance: she kept her eyes on the door she stretched out her hand, with the rapidity of flight and terror, to Captain Walladmor and said, but with the stifled whisper of one in agony: "Oh! come come come come come!" He rose, and for one moment paused. A presentiment was at his heart that it were better he should go.
"I may possibly be under the necessity of leaving the castle this evening for a few days on some business connected with my military duties: and for that reason, as well as because it is on all accounts adviseable that any attempt which is contemplated should be made without much delay, I take the earliest opportunity of informing you that Thomas Godber, a late servant on the Walladmor establishment, will relieve guard at eight o'clock this night.
This man in the upper gallery had been hidden from Miss Walladmor by the moulded architrave of the door-way near which she stood: but, at this moment, in a lower gallery appeared the ominous face of Gillie Godber: behind her stood a dragoon. Once again her eyes glared, and her vindictive voice resounded, in Walladmor hall.
A considerable interest in Bertram had from the first arisen in Sir Morgan's mind from the general air of candor and amiable feeling which marked his demeanour; and this interest was not weakened by the remarkable resemblance which Sir Morgan believed that he discovered in Bertram's features and expression to the portraits in the Walladmor picture-gallery of two distinguished ancestors of his own house.
Thus was Edward Walladmor, as we may now call him, restored to his father and the castle of his ancestors as a prisoner under sentence of death. This however was known only to Tom Godber, who had learned it from an accidental oversight of his mother's during her frantic exultations when alone with himself.
So much had sorrow for her mistress absorbed all feminine feelings, that the poor girl showed no terror but hastened to obey: and Edward Walladmor took her hand as she passed, and pressed it to thank her for her sympathy. Whence was the uproar?
Lady Walladmor, who was all consideration for every body about her, and just such another angel upon earth as Miss Walladmor at present, had dismissed her own maid and the upper nurse to refresh themselves in any way they thought fit from the fatigues of their long day's attendance; for they had been called up at two o'clock in the morning. One of the under nurses was engaged in the laundry.
But for lady Walladmor, the meek and gentle lady that had wept with her wept for her pleaded for her prayed for her knelt for her; Gillie Godber, that was a mother by so bitter a mother's pang, to forget the mother's heart in her benefactress; she, that mourned for a son, to tear the infants for ever from their mother's breasts, and consign them oh! heart of Herod to a life worse than a thousand deaths amongst robbers, pirates, murderers, this it was that blotted out from all men's memories her own wrongs, cancelled and tore the record of her sufferings.
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