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At eight this evening I will be in the Beech Walk, and alone. Let Mr. Parmalee come to me there." A gleam of diabolical triumph lighted up the great black eyes of Sybilla, but the profound bow she made concealed it. "I will tell him, my lady," she said, "and he will be there without fail."
Do you hear?" with a mellow shout like a French horn on a touring car. "Yes, pa-pah!" The old gentleman waved his single eyeglass in token of dismissal, and looked at his watch. "The bus is here," he said fussily. "Come on, Will; come, Linda, and you, Flavilla, Drusilla, and Sybilla, get your furs on. Don't take the elevator. Go down by the stairs, and hurry!
"Nay, I'll have none of these they frighten me," said Sybilla, "I wonder I ever had courage to marry the descendant of such awful women. No! my sweet innocent! you shall not be christened after them," she continued, stroking the baby cheek with her soft finger. "You shall not be like them at all, except in their beauty. And they were all handsome were they, Elspie?"
"I was very young when I married Sybilla Hyde. God be my witness, I loved her then, and in my inmost heart I have loved her evermore. Remember, I say this hear it as if I were speaking from my grave Olive, I did love your mother. Would to Heaven she had loved me, or shown her love, only a little more! "Soon after our marriage I was parted from my wife for some years.
I never calk'lated on having a British gal for a wife; but you're handsome enough and spunky enough for a president's lady, and I don't care a darn what the folks round our section say about it. I'll tell you, Sybilla; but you mustn't split to a living soul, or my cake's dough. They say a woman can't keep a secret; but you must try, if you should burst for it.
I did not love her not with a pure heart as I loved Sybilla. But I pitied her. Sometimes I turned from my dreary home where no eye brightened at mine, where myself and my interests were nothing and I thought of this woman, to whom I was all the world. My daughter Olive, if ever you be a wife, and would keep your husband's love, never let these thoughts enter and pollute his mind.
The archer guard stood ranked and ready, bows on their shoulders and arrows in quiver. Horses neighed, armour clanked and sparkled, and from the moat platform twenty silver trumpets blared a fanfare as the Lady Sybilla, the arbiter of this day's chivalry, mounted her palfrey with the help of Earl Douglas.
Looking towards the balcony whereon stood the Lady Sybilla, he bowed to her. "I drink to you, my lady and my love," he cried, in a voice loud and clear. Then, touching but the rim of the goblet with his lips, he poured out the red wine upon the ground.
And, even as she spoke, there passed a quick strange pang through the heart of Sholto. He remembered the warning of the Lady Sybilla. Had he once more come too late? It was the Countess of Douglas who commanded that night in the Castle of Thrieve. Sholto wished to start at once upon the search for the lost maidens. But the lady forbade him.
You will teach me to ride a tourney. I have been hearing all about yours at Thrieve from the Lady Sybilla. I wish you had asked me. But now we shall be friends, and I will come and stay long months with you all together that is, if my mother will let me." All this the young King shouted as he ranged alongside of the two brothers, and rode with them towards the city.
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