Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the roadBrady, Cyrus Townsend
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Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the road
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- James II, 1685-1688 -- Fiction; Romance fiction
I met no one of any importance, save yokels driving hay-wains and
wagons of produce to the city, travelling pedlars, a little company
of merchants, a stray soldier, to all of whom I gave good-day and
passed on, none offering to molest me. My heart, which had beat high
at the sight of the first-comer with all sorts of vague anticipation
of disaster, at last became quite indifferent to any approaching
traveller, and I flattered myself that I need be under no
apprehension whatever of any one penetrating my disguise or seeking
to harm me.
Nevertheless, I was careful to see that my pistols were loose in the
holsters; that the priming made them fit for instant discharge, and
that my sword-hilt was pulled a little forward ready to hand, should
anybody attempt to stop me. I was determined to show my mettle and
not to yield until the last extremity. There were, of course,
highwaymen abroad, but they rarely molested people in open daylight.
By nightfall, please God, I would be safely sheltered in The Black
Douglas at Cockenzie.
It was noon when I cantered gallantly down the streets of
Musselburgh. I had determined to rest there an hour to bait my
horse, to get my dinner, and to consider further what my plans and
future work should be. I drew up before the door of a
comfortable-looking hostelry. Stable-boys came running; the landlord
himself appeared in the doorway of his inn. I descended, called for
a meal which I demanded should be of roast beef and other
substantiate accompanied by a bottle of wine, thus doing violence to
my natural dainty appetite, which would have preferred a fowl and
cold water. I also engaged a private parlour and was accordingly
served in private. I spent an hour thus very quietly and pleasantly
without disturbance.
Now, I had been brought up very unconventionally in a way that would
have scandalised my female relatives, had I enjoyed any, and which
doubtless did scandalise certain neighbouring dames whose seats
adjoined our own, but, nevertheless, I was a woman and I had never
been absolutely free, independent, and unrestrained before.
I confess to a delightful sensation of excitement at my present
situation. I think I must have had all the daring and adventurous
spirit of the famous Clanranalds, and to be thus mounted on a good
horse with money in my purse, a good sword by my side, a great
adventure before me, filled me with joy. I had all the confidence of
youth and inexperience, and all the hopefulness of woman, that
somehow I should be able to bring about my desire, and that my
romantic action in attempting this wild masquerade would result in
the saving of the life of my noble father.
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