’ Bitterness rose up as he looked at the
female. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter scullers; and, by the
mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on us. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and
endeavouring to force him away. The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. "Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow's clamour has
brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this place about
our ears. It heralded you, promised
you. But she was disturbed,
mysteriously disturbed. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!"
Winifred made no answer. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force. The touch of his lips
neither thrilled nor alarmed her, because the eyes that looked into hers were
clean. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. What is it? Good God!”
An unhappy little smile parted her lips. And, after all, a fine clear sky of bright colors
is the signal to come out of hiding and rejoice and go on with life.
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