Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 299: what you’re looking at

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THe Marouis oF CARABAS 281 his Indian; the scalping-knife was sheathed as suddenly as it had shone out; and Lord Mulgrave was threatening the savage with the calaboose. After this I shall expect to see Dick parley with a thunderbolt.” ‘ Dick was in a nasty temper’; and the Governor-Gen- eral almost smiled. ‘Oh, I wish I could have seen it all,” said the girl. “My dear Lady Amy,” protested Mrs. Council, “‘ you would not willingly have witnessed such a scene? Think of a vile savage and a very dubious American threatening . the life of dear Mr. Knatchbull!”’ Dr. Macglashan seized his cue. He had few amusements. One was shocking the governess. “ Aweel, Mrs. Council, I hae seen the time mysel’ when I wad muckle rather hae squinted through a knot-hole at a cockfight than hear talk of it!”’ “Where is the fellow that would n’t?” called out a laughing voice. It came out of the darkness, the shadow of the almond trees at the end of the terrace. “But Dr. Macglashan,” Mrs. Council rejoined stiffly, “Lady Amy Dalton is not —”’ “A fellow? Your point is well ta’en, madam. But which Oo = will quarrel wi’ Providence ower that deespensa- tion?” “Bravo! Bravo, Mac!” called De la Jonquiére again, and he and Dick Knatchbull came strolling back from the other end of the terrace, where they’d taken their cigars. After dinner the Governor-General and his guests had come out upon the terrace. [The sun had set; the signal for the breeze — Cinderella of the tropics — to be gone. The night was hot and dark; but pink-globed lamps borne by life-sized bronze statues illuminated the terrace until it looked more beautiful than by day. “Tf there’s a row brewing between Mrs. Council and Mac — wait till I get there,” drawled Dick as he ap- proached. ‘Dear Mr. Knatchbull, the doctor is so difficult.” CORNICLMOO SS (CO) im