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"I suppose John would have a right to call me out, Miss Warwick," said Tryon, when he had been formally introduced and had shaken hands with Warwick's sister, "for taking liberties with the property and name of a lady to whom I had not had an introduction; but I know John so well that you seemed like an old acquaintance; and when I saw you, and recalled your name, which your brother had mentioned more than once, I felt instinctively that you ought to be the queen.
At early dawn on the fourteenth of April the two hosts fronted one another at Barnet. A thick mist covered the field, and beneath its veil Warwick's men fought fiercely till dread of mutual betrayal ended the strife.
'I am glad of Mr. Warwick's having friends; and they are many, I hope. 'They cannot behold him perishing, without an effort on his behalf. A chasm of silence intervened. Wifely pity was not sounded in it. 'He will question me, Mrs. Warwick. 'You can report to him the heads of our conversation, Lady Wathin.
My lieutenants report to me that an alarm has spread amongst my men, a religious horror of some fearful bombards and guns which have been devised by a sorcerer in Lord Warwick's pay.
Where they stood they were visible to thousands, but not a man stirred against them. The memory of Warwick's past achievements, the consciousness of his feats that day, all the splendour of his fortunes and his name, made the mean fear to strike, and the brave ashamed to murder! The gallant D'Eyncourt sprang from his steed, and advanced to the spot. His followers did the same.
'She may be sinking! 'Have no fears, Redworth said; 'Mrs. Warwick would send for you. 'She would. Diana Warwick would be sure to send. Next to my wife, Diana Warwick's... she'd send, never fear. I dread that room. I'd rather go through a regiment of sabres though it 's over now. And Diana Warwick stood it. The worst is over, you told me. By heaven! women are wonderful creatures.
This chamber might be my grave, and this couch my bed of death." "Holy Mother! Can you think so of Warwick? Sire, you freeze my blood." "Well, then, if I refuse to satisfy Warwick's pride, and disdain to give up loyal servants to rebel insolence, what will Warwick do? Speak out, archbishop." "I fear me, sire, that he will resign all office, whether of peace or war.
Sylvia possessed no knowledge that could analyze for her the sentiment which repelled, even while it attracted her toward Warwick's betrothed. That he loved her she did not doubt, because she felt that even his pride would yield to the potent fascination of this woman.
But Clarence, I say, vacillates; look you, here is his letter from Amboise to King Edward; see, his duchess, Warwick's very daughter, approves the promise it contains! If this letter reach Warwick, and Clarence knows it is in his hand, George will have no option but to join us. He will never dare to face the earl, his pledge to Edward once revealed "
When he met Warwick's sister, the foundation for admiration had already been laid. If Rena had proved to be a maiden lady of uncertain age and doubtful personal attractiveness, Tryon would probably have found in her a most excellent lady, worthy of all respect and esteem, and would have treated her with profound deference and sedulous courtesy.
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