Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 36: what you’re looking at

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84 DHSPARD, THE SPY. fair Jan@. He has in him a lofty courage, a generous spirit toward a weak enemy, and # hatred of wrong worthy the Knights of the Round Table.” ~ “fT can well believe: it,” said’ Wilton. “ His strong arm rent my prison-bars, and'set me at liberty, when I was in fear of my life, and should perhaps have lost it buat-for his: help. He stood by my side one night when we rescued Marie from the hands of rufflans who had seized het. He conducted me to the shore of the lake, throvgly » nds of hostile savages. A shout from him would’ have brought’ down: upon my head the ‘weapons of a score of painted’ chp el You can say nothing in Wenona’s praise in which I I ‘wit not leartily concur.” “Tet ts drink’ his ealth,” said the old man, taking up the flask and ‘filling ‘tivo glasses. ‘ “ Let‘ him have a bumper.” They emptied their glasses in honor of the chief, white Wilton’ iooked’ closely’ at the old man.’ Where had he seen him before? There’ was nothing in his face which was: fa- miliar; but-something in his’ attitude and form, which he could not undetstand, reminded ‘him: of some one he lrad known— whom, he could’ not tell. & Where’ is’ Despard, sir?” said Witton. “Te he eating down ?” “ He promised ttvat you should' see your lady’ love, you say ?” said Anselmo. 44 Ves,” ; . “ He is about that business’ + ane said the old man. “Be wot impatient.” “You forget how long it is since’ I have been fn Montreal. After long absence from his lady, until he has seen her face a lover is always impatient.” — “ @ood lack, that tims is past with ame: Tam old, young man, I am old.” “Yet your eyes: have in’ them something of” the fire of youth ‘ye “ Perliaps: But mine has been a ‘weary life’ for all that— a lifé full of plots and inventions—of ‘struggliig’ fir some: thing unattainable—of waiting and watching for something which never comes: “Young man, yourt' is: life’ of danger ; you go about in’ hourly peril of your life; but, you have yet CcopmmicloookSs.Ec©