. Joscelyn Cheshire. --. even in the dimlight she knew it was Richard Clevering. Thescream died upon her lips, and for a moment theobjects in the room spun before her. You — youV and even in whispering hervoice was strained and shaken. Yes; it was this or death — they had run meto the wall. But the house is full of British soldiers —Lord Cornwallis and his whole staff — So much the better; the place will be abovesuspicion. Mistress Joscelyn, Mistress Joscelyn ! crieda dozen voices from below, while chairs were 226 JOSCELYN CHESHIRE. being pushed about, and some one struck a fewnotes on the spi
. Joscelyn Cheshire. --. even in the dimlight she knew it was Richard Clevering. Thescream died upon her lips, and for a moment theobjects in the room spun before her. You — youV and even in whispering hervoice was strained and shaken. Yes; it was this or death — they had run meto the wall. But the house is full of British soldiers —Lord Cornwallis and his whole staff — So much the better; the place will be abovesuspicion. Mistress Joscelyn, Mistress Joscelyn ! crieda dozen voices from below, while chairs were 226 JOSCELYN CHESHIRE. being pushed about, and some one struck a fewnotes on the spinet. And I mj^self, sir, am a true Loyalist and can-not harbour — There was a footstep on the stair. MistressJoscelyn, we be coming up to help you catch thecat! cried Barrys voice. Richard sprang toward her, My God, Jos-celyn ! you will not give me up like that ? But the steps were halfway up the stair, andshe was already turning the knob of the door, herface like marble in the leaping firelight. i^^«^ifetW*,. Ux God, JoscELvjf, you will n OT GIVE ME Vt LIKE THAI 1 CHAPTER XXII. SEARCH MY ladys WARDROBE. Sweetheart ? not she whose voice was iniisic-sweet,Whose face loaned language to melodious prayer;Sweetheart I called her. — When did she repeatSweet to one hope or heart to one despair ? — Cawein. rilO the man crouching behind the door which-*- Joscelyn had left open, the minute it tookher to traverse the hall and gain the head of thestairs at the far end, seemed a lifetime. Even inhis dire peril the thought of a bygone day cameback to him — loyal, though a Loyalist, he hadsaid of her, and had believed it, What a sweet-heart to have coddled in ones thoughts anddreamed of, waking and sleeping, — this girl whowould in cold blood hand him over to deathbecause of a fancied duty I Escape by the wayhe came was impossible; he could only wait hereand sell his life at the highest price. Ay, thereshould be left in this room a memory that wouldexile her from it forever
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