The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“What has she to do with it?” exclaimed the Captain. “To look at her,
one would say she was deep in the whole business.”
A second gesture, more urgent than before, now summoned the party to
make haste.
Through the Place, crowded as it was by an armed and excited multitude,
way was rapidly made for the little party who now issued from the door
of the hotel. Kate Henderson walked in front, with Massingbred at her
side talking eagerly, and by his gestures seeming as though endeavoring
to extenuate or explain away something in his conduct; next came Lady
Dorothea, supported between her husband and her son, and while walking
slowly and with faltering steps, still carrying her head proudly erect,
and gazing on the stern faces around her with looks of haughty contempt.
After them were a numerous retinue of servants, with such effects as
they had got hurriedly together,--a terror-struck set, scarcely able to
crawl along from fear.
As they drew nigh the barricade, some men proceeded to remove a heavy
wagon which adjoined a house, and by the speed and activity of their
movements, urged on as they were by the orders of one in command, it
might be seen that the operation demanded promptitude.
“We are scarcely safe in this,” cried the officer. “See! they are making
signs to us from the windows,--the troops are coming. If you pass out
now, you will be between two fires.”
“There is yet time,” said Kate, eagerly. “Our presence in the street,
too, will delay them, and give you some minutes to prepare. And as for
ourselves, we shall gain one of the side-streets easily enough.”
“Tie your handkerchief to your cane, sir,” said the officer to
Massingbred.
“My flag is ready,” said Jack, gayly; “I only hope they may respect it.”
“Now--now!” cried Kate, with eagerness, and beckoning to Lady Dorothea
to hasten, “the passage is free, and not a second to be lost!”
“Are you not coming with us?” whispered Martin to her, as they passed
out.
“Yes; I'll follow. But,” added she, in a lower tone, “were the choice
given me, it is here I 'd take my stand.”
She looked full at Massingbred as she spoke, and, bending down his head,
he said, “Had it been your place, it were mine also!”
“Quick,--quick, my Lady,” said Kate. “They must close up the passage at
once. They are expecting an attack.” And so saying, she motioned rapidly
to Martin to move on.
“The woman is a fiend,” said Lady Dorothea; “see how her eyes sparkle,
and mark the wild exultation of her features.”
“Adieu, sir,--adieu!” said Kate, waving her hand to one who seemed the
chief of the party. “All my wishes are with you. Were I a man, my hand
should guarantee my heart.”
“Come--come back!” cried the officer. “You are too late. There comes the
head of the column.”
“No, never--never!” exclamed Lady Dorothea, haughtily; “protection from
such as these is worse than any death.”
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