Miss Fairfax of Virginia: A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the PalmettosRathborne, St. George
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Miss Fairfax of Virginia: A Romance of Love and Adventure Under the Palmettos
Rathborne, St. George
Love stories; Virginia -- Fiction
However, there be times when one must accept philosophically whatever
favors the Fates choose to toss us as they go swinging past--times when
action is the only resource left, and even at that one needs be wide
awake in order to take advantage of the opportunity.
When he burst into the apartment Roderic heard a feminine shriek, but
his only thought was a door of some sort that would give him egress.
Fortunately he found this, more through good luck than anything else.
It brought him to a hall.
Few though the seconds had been since his departure from the balcony,
he could already hear the lusty blows that were being delivered upon
the door of the house, which, unless of far better material than the
average doors in San Juan must speedily succumb before the vigorous
assault.
This meant that should he descend to the lower strata in search of an
outlet by way of court or garden or rear exit of some sort he might be
just in time to be overwhelmed by the inflowing tide of eager hustling
citizens and soldiers.
At the same time it would never do to stand still and lose what little
advantage he had gained.
Perhaps even now some of his enemies were clambering up to the balcony,
since he had shown them the way.
Roderic had at least retarded pursuit from that quarter by closing
the door after quitting the apartment from whence the dismal shrieks
sounded in a high pitched female voice, and the others might not prove
so successful in finding the opening as he had been.
He knew the peculiarities of Spanish houses.
In all probability there was some means of reaching the roof, though
he hardly expected to find an _azotea_ with its flowers and place for
lounging, as in the better class of more isolated dwellings.
Thus it came to pass that Roderic found himself crawling through an
opening at the top of a ladder, and thus reaching the outer air.
His enemies were giving tongue with all the eagerness of a pack of
hounds, and the quick and thrilling pulsation of blows announced that
as yet the stubborn door had failed to yield before their vigorous
assault.
Just then, however, a crash followed by a chorus of whoops and much
laughter declared that success had finally rewarded their efforts.
Immediately the house would be swarming with the seekers after Yankee
blood--like rats they would dart hither and thither, leaving no stone
unturned in their eagerness to find that which was lost.
Roderic gave them his blessing.
He had surveyed the situation and laid out his plan of action like a
wise general.
It was necessary that he crawl over a number of roofs before he could
think of endeavoring to touch ground again.
This he managed to accomplish without discovery from the street, and
on the whole he had reason to be thankful that no curious eyes had
fastened upon him from neighboring buildings.
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