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The Battle Of The Strong [A Romance of Two Kingdoms], Volume 1.

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 735    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

living-room of the house, which opened directly upon the garden behind. It was so cheerful and secluded, looking out from the garden over the wide space

oreover, there was something patriarchal in a kitchen as a reception-room; and both he and the chevalier loved to watch Guida busy with her household duties: at one mo

Vier Prison, a gloom would instantly have settled upon them both; though in this little front room there was an ancient a

t of the chimney was the great settle, or veille, covered with baize, "flourished" with satinettes, and spread with ferns and rushes, and above it a little shelf of old china worth the ransom of a prince at least. Opposite the doorway were

ions, the biggest heart and the tiniest brain in the world; Maitre Ranulph Delagarde, and lastly M. Yves Savary dit Detricand, that officer of Rullecour's who, being released from the prison hospital, when the hour came for him to leave the country was too drunk to find the s

hevalier was in French, but to Guida he said, rather stupidly in the

queer little smile. "You'll have

ed, still embarrassed, "

with the sieur, and seated himself at the

ets the riot, chevalier, and says the

valier. "As a point of honour, I had thought that

elping himself to roasted conger eel and eyeing hungrily the freshly-made black butter Guida was taking from a wooden trencher. "

ey all started to their feet, and Ranulph, running to the front door, threw it open.

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“This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...Maitresse Aimable's voice came ravaging out of the silence where it lay hid so often and so long, and the signalmen went their ways shamefacedly. She could not make head or tail of her thoughts now, nor see an inch before her nose; all she could feel was an aching heart for Guida. She had heard strange tales of how Philip had become Prince Philip d'Avranche, and husband of the comtesse Chantavoine, and afterwards duc de Bercy. Also she had heard how Philip, just before he became the duc de Bercy, had fought his ship against a French vessel off Ushant, and, though she had heavier armament than his own, had destroyed her. For this he had been made an admiral. Only the other day her ean had brought the Gazette de jersey in which all these things were related, and had spelled them out for her. And now this same Philip d'Avranche with his new name and fame was on his way to defend the Isle of ersey! Maitresse Aimable's muddled mind could not get hold of this new Philip. For years she had thought him a monster, and here he was, a great and valiant gentleman to the world. He had done a thing that ean would rather have cut off his hand--both hands--than do, and yet here he was, an admiral, a prince, and a sovereign duke, and men like ean were as dust beneath his feet! The real Philip she knew: he was the man who had spoifed the life of a woman; this other Philip--she could read about him, she could think about him, just as she could think about William and his horse in Boulay Bay, or the Little Bad Folk of Rocbert; but she could not realise him as a thing of flesh and blood and actual being. The more she tried to realise him the more mixed she became. As in her mental maze she sat panting her way to enlightenment, she saw...”
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