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A short distance from Amble, and practically encircled by the Coquet which here makes a wide sweep, we come upon Warkworth, prettiest of villages, combining the beauties of sea-shore and river scenery, and rich in the possession of that romantic castle, the ruins of which carry the mind back to Saxon times; for they stand on the site of an older fortress erected by Ceolwulf, a Saxon King of Northumbria.
As he neared the tea-table, Lord Lackington looked up. He greeted the new-comer with the absent stateliness he generally put on when his mind was in a state of confusion as to a person's identity. "Well, so they're sending you to D ? There'll be a row there before long. Wish you joy of the missionaries!" "No, not D ," said Warkworth, smiling. "Nothing so amusing. Mokembe's my destination."
Mademoiselle Le Breton and Captain Warkworth paused in their walk, about no doubt to say good-bye, but, very clearly, loath to say it. They were, indeed, in earnest conversation. The Captain spoke with eagerness; Mademoiselle Julie, with downcast eyes, smiled and listened. "Is the fellow making love to her?" thought the old man, in some astonishment, as he turned away.
Her husband has never been her own till now. She married him, subject to Lady Henry's rights. But all that she will soon forget and my existence with it." "I won't argue. It only makes you more stubborn," said Meredith. "Ah, still they come!" For the door opened to admit the tall figure of Major Warkworth.
There were others of your name rode in the Hermitage forays and turned Naworth and Warkworth and Castle Gay. I have heard o' an Etterick. Sim o' the Redcleuch, who cut the throat o' Jock Johnstone in his ain house by the Annan side.
And as for the violence, the disgraceful violence with which it was carried " "Oh no, no," said Warkworth, laughing. "It was the Lords who behaved abominably, and it'll do a deal of good." Lord Lackington's eyes flashed. "I've had a long life," he said, pugnaciously. "I began as a middy in the American war of 1812, that nobody remembers now. Then I left the sea for the army.
As for him, he perfectly understood the dilemma in which she stood. Either she must accept the duty of returning to the death-bed of the old man, her mother's father, or she must confess her appointment with Warkworth. Yet suppose he had been mistaken? Well, the telegram from the Duchess covered his whole action.
"What have you done?" she said, laughing. "Tangled the cord that's all!" Warkworth turned away. His face, so radiant as he entered, had settled into sharp, sudden lines. What was the meaning of this voice, this manner? He remembered that to his three letters he had received no word of reply. But he had interpreted that to mean that she was in the throes of moving and could find no time to write.
In spite of all the apparatus of servants and couriers with which they were surrounded, they always seemed to him, on their journeys, a singularly lonely and hapless pair, and he knew that they leaned upon him and prized his company. On the way to Paris, at the Calais buffet, he had noticed Henry Warkworth, and had given him a passing nod.
"My lord," whispered one of his knights, "a similar case occurred at Warkworth Castle when I was there: a page gave another the direct lie as this one has done, and the earl permitted them to run a course with blunted lances and fight it out; adjudging the dismounted page to be in the wrong, as indeed he afterwards proved to be."
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