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Kenilworth

CHAPTER XXIV
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They pressed forward their horses, therefore, with the purpose of overtaking the party of intended revellers, and making the journey in their company; and had just seen the little party, consisting partly of riders, partly of people on foot, crossing the summit of a gentle hill, at about half a mile's distance, and disappearing on the other side, when Wayland, who maintained the most circumspect observation of all that met his eye in every direction, was aware that a rider was coming up behind them on a horse of uncommon action, accompanied by a serving-man, whose utmost efforts were unable to keep up with his master's trotting hackney, and who, therefore, was fain to follow him at a hand gallop.

Wayland looked anxiously back at these horsemen, became considerably disturbed in his manner, looked back again, and became pale, as he said to the lady, "That is Richard Varney's trotting gelding; I would know him among a thousand nags.

This is a worse business than meeting the mercer." "Draw your sword," answered the lady, "and pierce my bosom with it, rather than I should fall into his hands!" "I would rather by a thousand times," answered Wayland, "pass it through his body, or even mine own.

But to say truth, fighting is not my best point, though I can look on cold iron like another when needs must be.
And indeed, as for my sword--( put on, I pray you)--it is a poor Provant rapier, and I warrant you he has a special Toledo.

He has a serving-man, too, and I think it is the drunken ruffian Lambourne! upon the horse on which men say--( I pray you heartily to put on)--he did the great robbery of the west country grazier.


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