Her
companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest
mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black
sheath by his side. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from
them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital
principle might be supposed to be extinct. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with
an Eastern custom. ‘Murder is serious business, Gianfrancesco. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. ‘I suppose I need not ask to
which other soldier you refer. Is there
anything you want?" She laid her hand on his forehead, and found it without
fever. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but
preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. ‘Ah, yes,’ Gerald said, jumping down from the coach and waiting for the
fellow to let down the steps for Melusine, ‘I had forgotten about you. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse. ”
He ruminated for a minute.
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