The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old DominionCaruthers, William Alexander
History
The Cavaliers of Virginia, vol. 1 of 2: or, The Recluse of Jamestown; An historical romance of the Old Dominion
Caruthers, William Alexander
Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"But, Nathaniel, did you not resent and thus return his injury upon the
spot?"
"Ay, truly, I did hurl defiance in the craven's teeth, but that only
throws the demand for satisfaction upon his shoulders, so that when it
is made, I may at once atone for his, and take ample reparation for my
own deep wrongs."
"Promise me, then, that you will but act with Frank henceforth on the
defensive? Remember he is my kinsman."
"I do promise; and now promise me in your turn never to marry this
kinsman, unless I give my consent, or you should be absolved from your
obligation by my death, or some other irremediable barrier."
"I promise, Nathaniel."
Scarcely had the words issued from her lips, when the clanking of
stirrups and clattering of a horse's hoofs at full speed, were heard
outside the garden wall.
Into what a state of consternation and dismay the family was thrown by
the appearance of the bloody and panting charger at his stable door
without his master, the reader may already have imagined.
CHAPTER XIII.
It was the hour of midnight; the softened rays of a shaded lamp threw a
flickering and uncertain light upon the paraphernalia of the sick
chamber, as our hero sat a solitary watcher at the side of the wounded
Cavalier. The long and apparently profound sleep into which the invalid
had fallen, completely deceived the females of the family, so that they
were more easily persuaded by Nathaniel to leave the charge, during the
first half of the night, to his sole care. He had for a long time sat a
sad and silent beholder of the unconscious sleeper, watching with
breathless eagerness every change of muscle, as some sharp and inward
pain vibrated in horrible contortions upon the countenance of the
wounded Cavalier. In one of these he started suddenly up in the bed, his
eyes glaring wildly upon his unrecognised attendant in utter amazement.
First looking into his face and then to the bandages around his own
person, he fell back on his couch--a grim and frightful smile of
remembrance and recognition playing for a moment upon his features, as
he placed his cold hand within that of Bacon, which had been softly laid
upon his breast to soothe his startled perceptions.
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