Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 5, May 1842Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 5, May 1842
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Our conversation was interrupted by her brother and one or two new
acquaintances who had driven home with him. I soon sauntered away. My
deductions respecting her and the duke were shaken, I confess, before
the evening was over, by seeing them sitting _tête-à-tête_, by one of
the casements, while the guests avoided them, as if by that tacit
agreement under which lovers are left to themselves.
The attentions of his grace became daily more marked, and there was an
evident embarrassment of manner in the Lady Katharine under them. A
month slipped away meanwhile, and the time when the company was to break
up drew near.
We were out on a ride one morning, and the duke, as usual, had
established himself at her bridle-rein, when, in cantering along the
brow of a somewhat precipitous hill, overlooking the country for miles
around, the horse of the Lady Katharine took fright, from some cause,
and dashed towards the edge of a precipice that sank sheer down for
nearly a hundred feet. The precipice was several hundred yards to the
right, but the pace at which the frighted steed went, threatened soon to
bring him up with it, while the efforts of the rider to alter his course
appeared to be unavailing. Our party was paralyzed, and his grace
particularly so. I alone retained my presence of mind. Driving my spurs
deep into the flanks of my steed, I plunged forward at full gallop, amid
the shrieks of the females and the warnings of the gentlemen of the
party. But I knew I could trust my gallant hunter. The Lady Katharine
heard my horse’s hoofs, and turned around. Never shall I forget her
pleading look. I dashed my rowels again into Arab, for only a few paces
yet remained betwixt the Lady Katharine’s frightened animal and the edge
of the precipice. One more leap and all would have been over; but
luckily at that instant I came head and head with her furious steed, and
catching him by the bridle, I swung him around with a superhuman
strength. But I was only partially successful. The animal plunged and
snorted, and nearly jerked me from the saddle.
“For God’s sake dismount, my dear Lady Katharine, as well as you can, or
all is over.”
The daring girl hesitated no more, but seizing a favorable instant when
the animal, though trembling all over, stood nearly still, she leaped to
the earth. The next instant her steed plunged more wildly than ever, and
seeing that she was safe I let go the bridle. He snorted, dashed forward
and went headlong over the precipice. In an instant I had dismounted and
was by the Lady Katharine’s side. I was just in time to catch her in my
arms as she fainted away. Before she recovered, the landau, with the
rest of the party, came up. I saw her in the hands of her mother, and
then giving reins to Arab, under pretence of sending medical aid, but in
reality to escape the gratulations of the company, I dashed off.
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