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Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon
Volume 2 (of 2)

CHAPTER XVI
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I called to witness how every action of my soldier's life emanated from her; how her few and chance words had decided the character of my fate; if aught of fame or honor were my portion, to her I owed it.

As, hurried onwards by my ardent hopes, I forgot Power and all about him, a step up the gravel walk came rapidly nearer, and I had but time to assume my former attitude beside Lucy as her father came up.
"Well, Charley, is she better?
Oh, I see she is.

Here, we have the whole household at our heels." So saying, he pointed to a string of servants pressing eagerly forward with every species of restorative that Portuguese ingenuity has invented.
The next moment we were joined by the senhora, who, pale with fear, seemed scarcely less in need of assistance than her friend.
Amidst questions innumerable; explanations sought for on all sides; mistakes and misconceptions as to the whole occurrence,--we took our way towards the villa, Lucy walking between Sir George and Donna Inez, while I followed, leaning upon Power's arm.
"They've caught him again, O'Malley," said the general, turning half round to me; "he, too, seemed as much frightened as any of us." "It is time, Sir George, I should think of thanking you.

I never was so mounted in my life--" "A splendid charger, by Jove!" said Power; "but, Charley, my lad, no more feats of this nature, if you love me.

No girl's heart will stand such continual assaults as your winning horsemanship submits it to." I was about making some half-angry reply, when he continued: "There, don't look sulky; I have news for you.


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