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Faithful Margaret

Chapter 8 MARGARET'S VISION.

Word Count: 1587    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

well that no one would have suspected, not even simple

o gayety, and a violent flirtation with the Irish duke, which threatened quite to banish any lingering memories

hanging about my lady's drawing-rooms, or dangling after her in her saunters with her companion. She rarely lifted her ey

pening to her daily, and filling h

est or story, they laughed at his withering flashes of wit, admired his brilliant follies, and narrated his errati

there a flashing glimpse of virtue, or a suggestion of innate chivalry of soul, or

ich to deck her demi-god, until the vision seemed so kingly, that she took

up to the companion's remote chamber, she dreamed of the possible angel in this man, and her soul ye

" she sometimes sighed; "but the last chan

f her maid. "My cousin, Harry Falconcourt, has arrived, and insists on being introduced formally to the heroine

upon this!" exclaimed Margaret, much startled

you your privilege of seclusion on this occas

s time it was rather roughly carrie

looming daughters, come to meet the London visitors of Hautville Park; and a great many bright un

by her quips and coquetries. She was in surprising spirits, for was not his Grace the Duke of

antly sparkling eyes, seemed almost bewitched by my lady's rapid flippancies; and watched her fa

?" asked the duke. "Strange face! Mos

is Miss Walsingham, my companion, advis

that the beauty that bursts from every look and tone is so mysterious. That is a countenance graced by goodness, bravery, candor, devotion. There are

a physiognomist," said Lady Ju

le smile, the graceful features, the peach-li

ing in the first s

f the table. "A minute since she was sparkling as champagne, now she is tame as lemona

oice opposite. "They all go to a woman as hideous as one of Macbeth's wit

o Brand, of the Guards?" as

ame, m

him in the latest American War Gazette? Cut his way through

ng deed

s of war to stir up the lion in him, and to bring out the gentleness too. He is the darling of his company-many a

him at h

a brother, sir. Sad dog, b

es which watched the officer's face. But he did

the band was having a rest of fort

lly, from mechanical measure, the chords grew into solemn pulsations, and a vision rose up before her introverted eyes of a darkened b

, with three black stripes across its disk, was shining weirdly over a man lying on his broken

and the dastardly dagger was plunged hilt-deep, and the man who had been ca

ed her electric face-her ha

and the Duke of Piermont stood beside Lieu

that their hands met. "I would like much to talk with you, so honor me by promenading with me

know-was I

large, mystic eyes were fixed sadly upon vacancy. Miss Walsingham was quite unconscious that she was walking through the cen

grace-I was playing

A battle-field-the retreat of the conq

what day of the

up to horror, and in her sudden e

st of Se

eptember. I sha

by something, Miss Walsingham.

can allow me to retire, and make some apology

duke bit

eturn to me

to-ni

lighted rotunda, leaving his

light, with clasping hands and yearning eyes, Margaret Walsingham question

man had be

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