Chapter 16And years of despair and remorse been your fate,He flushed the colour of her apron. What a fool he was!and yet after all she would be bound to hear the truth sooner or later; he had only been beforehand. All the same he was surprised at himself. A sudden tide of anger went over him.
ONE:"Without hurt or harm!" repeated Holgrave: "she would not have said sooh! no, no, she would not have rejoiced to see me return thus;but your soul is not like hersif life is spared, it matters little to you that the spirit be crushed and broken: but Margaret, do not weep," he said, bending down to kiss the pale cheek, over which the tears his harsh language had called forth, were streaming fast. "Do not weep, I cannot bear your anguish now: I did not mean to speak unkindlyI love the gentleness of your spirityou are dearer to my heart, Margaret, than even the freedom that was of higher price to me than the breath I drew!"
TWO:One or two flames sang out of a hole in the ground, but scarcely anything could be seen for the pall of smoke that hung over Boarzell, black, and evil-smelling. The fumes made men choke, then they shuddered and drew together, for through the smell of smoke and gunpowder came the horrible smell of burnt flesh.
TWO:"Because I see you're justabout miserable, and I thought I'd say as how I'm beside youonly that.""Mer-c-c-y! mer-c-c-y! oh! mercy, Stephen Holgrave!" gasped he, as, with a despairing effort, he attempted to unloose the death-hold.
THREE:"And shall we go back to our homes to be bondmen again?" burst in a wild cry from thousands."We'll go and look for him," he said"send out the boys."
