"Sir Treasurer, think you to scare him who leads the Kentish men? Kirkby, drag the antichrist from the altar!""Yes; Winifred handed me the bottle, but the child began to cry, so I sent her out."
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Her voice came anxiously, timidly like a child's. He dropped her hand from his arm.For the first time they noticed something of the cracked falsetto of old age in his voice, generally so firm and ringing. Their hearts smote them, but the instinct of self-preservation was stronger than pity. They knew now for certain that if they stayed Odiam would devour them, or at best they would escape maimed and only half alive. Either they must go at oncein time, like Richard, or go in a few yearstoo late, like Caro. Besides, the war called to their young blood; they[Pg 412] thought of guns and bayonets, camp-fires and battlefields, glory and victory. Their youth called them, and even their father's game and militant old age could not silence its bugles and fifes.They still sounded when Naomi woke. She sat up in bed, uncertain as to whether she were dreaming or not. Then from Fanny's little bed beside the big one came something terriblea low long wail like an animal's dying into a moan. It seemed as if her heart stopped[Pg 97] beating. She felt the sweat rush out all over her body. The next minute she was out of bed, groping for Fanny in the darkness.Chapter 20Pete looked in some surprise at the bruiser, who continued:
