Hearts and the highway : $b A romance of the road — John Shaqi
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
"My lady," was the answer, "you are as free as air. You can leave
the carriage this moment, at your will, though I trust you will do
nothing so precipitate and foolish as that departure would be."
"Then you don't mean to lodge information against me, and have me
charged with treason, and imprisoned, and..."
"I mean to say..."
"But your failure to deliver the warrant? How can you..."
"That's easily explained. I was robbed by highwaymen, and..."
"But your honour, your reputation?"
"I think they will survive even such a strain," he continued easily.
"The seven thousand pounds?"
"I devote it to the service of your ladyship and your cause. The
Earl, your father, can repay it at his convenience."
"And what," I asked, in my confusion, "hath brought me this noble,
this most generous treatment from an enemy?"
"May you never have a worse enemy in all your life, Lady Katharine,
than the one who now sits by your side."
The revulsion from despair to hope again was too great to be borne.
When I realised the full purport of his words, I could scarce contain
myself. I could find no words adequate to the situation. My usually
ready tongue was paralysed. I knew not with what speech to break the
silence.
"What hath so greatly changed you?" I inquired at last.
"You have," said the man bluntly.
I confess I liked the direct simplicity of the answer. Without
giving me time for comment, he ran on:
"As I told you, I never saw a lad whom I liked better on short
acquaintance than I did you last night. That you have turned out to
be a woman in the morning, has only strengthened my"--he
hesitated--"my regard," he added.
And, if that word did not spell what he had called interest had
spelled to me before, again I was ignorant of the finer shades of
meaning in the language.
"Never," said he, "in all my goings out and comings in through this
little world, have I met a woman like you. I owe you a score which,
I fear me, I shall never pay: that you, a mere girl, should have got
the better of me, a tried soldier, fills me with shame and with
admiration at the same time. I like your spirit. Should we have met
under happier circumstances, it would have been my chief ambition
to..."
He stopped suddenly. It was most annoying. I was burning to hear
the completion of the sentence.
"To what, sir?" I asked. "Why don't you finish?"
"Madam," said he meaningly, "as a soldier and a gentleman, I put no
price upon my services to a woman;" whereat I was discreetly and
deliciously silent.
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