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Wilding for her own sake, Diana's prime intent was the thwarting Sir Rowland Blake. If Wilding were warned of what manner of feast was spread at Newlington's, Sir Rowland would be indeed undone. "You think of Richard," she exclaimed, "and you know that Richard is to have no active part in the affair that he will run no risk.

My visit must wait until to-morrow." "Let us hope," said Trenchard, "that it waits no longer." He was already instructed touching the night attack on Feversham's camp on Sedgemoor, and thought it likely Wilding would accompany them. "You are going to Mr. Newlington's?" said Diana, and Trenchard thought she had turned singularly pale. Her hand was over her heart, her eyes wide.

The merchant had sent his message to the rebel King, and had word in answer that His Majesty would be graciously pleased to sup at Mr. Newlington's at nine o'clock on the following evening, attended by a few gentlemen of his immediate following. Sir Rowland received the news with satisfaction, and sighed to think that Mr. Wilding still absent, Heaven knew where would not be of the party.

For after all," he added under his breath, "there's little choice in rotten apples." Ruth waited for some answer from Wilding that might suggest he was indifferent whether he went to Newlington's or not; but he spoke no word as he turned to lead the way above-stairs to the indifferent parlour which with the adjoining bedroom constituted Mr. Trenchard's lodging and his own, for the time being.

His fierce eyes considered her a moment, and he controlled himself to offer an explanation. "The twenty that were with me lie stark under the stars in Newlington's garden," he told her, as Richard had told her already. "I escaped by a miracle, no less, but for what?

Within a stone's-throw of the house he halted them, and sent one forward to reconnoitre, following himself with the others as quietly and noiselessly as possible. Mr. Newlington's house was all alight, but from the absence of uproar sounds there were in plenty from the main street, where a dense throng had collected to see His Majesty go in Mr.

Trenchard looked at him keenly, with well-assumed intent to read what might be passing in his mind, then rose, paid for the wine, and expressed his intention of going forth to inquire into these strange matters that were happening in Bridgwater. Meanwhile, those volleys fired in Mr. Newlington's orchard had caused as well may be conceived an agitated interruption of the superb feast Mr.

He completed his arrangements, and towards eight o'clock that night the twenty men sent by Feversham they had slipped singly into the town began to muster in the orchard at the back of Mr. Newlington's house. It was just about that same hour that Mr.

He stared at her stupidly; he passed a hand across his brow, and looked at Diana. "Oh, it is impossible!" he said at last. "You shall hear," she answered, and told him how at the last moment she had learnt not only that her husband was in Bridgwater, but that he was to sup at Newlington's with the Duke's party. "I had no thought of betraying you or of saving the Duke," she said.

He felt the need of air and action; the weariness of his flesh incurred in his long ride from London was cast off or forgotten. He must go forth. He picked up his fine shoes of Spanish leather, but as luck would have it little though he guessed the extent just then he found them hardening, though still damp from the dews of Mr. Newlington's garden.

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