Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 39: what you’re looking at

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A TALE. "7 barriers of “Montreal and make the city theifs. In that good time, my sweet one, I shall make you mine, and place ft out of the power of Dujardin to take you from me, Shall this be go ?”” She hid her face upon his shoulder with’ a happy blush. A voice said : “ God bless you both, my children.” They looked up. Anselmo had entered the room, and stood with hands uplifted, as if in benediction. Both bowed their knees before him. He laid a hand upon each young head and repested his blessing. “ My children,” he said, “you have sought to know the story of Despard. “ You would know whybe, who ‘is “ye young, i3 a recluse and hermit, except so far as he must bet companionship with men to work his designs againateth French, whom he hates with a deadly and enduring ‘hatred Your wish shall be granted. I am commissioned to. tell/the tale to you, two of the few upon this earth whom. Despard loves. And why does he love you? Because You are of the few who trust in him and whom he trusts, and na do not be- tray his confidence. . , ..“ Before I begin the tale sit down by meu! Not ed the same side. If you do that, I fear you will not give proper atten- tion to the story—a sad one in my eyes. Perhaps I think 80, because this man Despard and I. have slept ‘inthe same. blanket and under the same roof for marty ‘years.”.- The young couple sat down, one on'each side of him, and drew up to the fire, which shone upon the ‘venerable face of the old man. Marie noted what a strong face it was. “How clear-cut the pulltamy, and what a fire yet showed itself in’ his eyes. “ Andrew Despard is an Pagiieliman: . he bégan; ‘ “but he: was born in France,'and reared : by French people: This accounts for his control of the. French ‘tongue. « ‘Wilton’s French is only second to his, as his sword-play is far: ‘in “ad- vance, ‘Bali! ‘one, two ang daylight: sliows through ma body of your opponent.” ».. “ Excuse: me,” said Wilton; . “ bat, how came you to know any thing about my sword-play ?” , “Perhaps: Despard told nie.” 171 3 Comiclool<s GO